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mywordk[blurri][twrk] - knxwledge lyrics

[goodz]
i’ve been nice since creases in your pants
dying even hard when the heaters in your hands
i heat it when i blam, throw leeches at your man
and send slugs the size of peaches at you fam
i’m the man, it’s ether when i spit
for $10,000 i’d do a feature on your skit
i can teach you more than bricks, make you my worker
treat you like marbury keep you on the nicks
i mean i gotta bring the meaning of this sh*t
spit crack while kids rap fiending for a hit
and we can never be evеn when we spit
goodz an animal, i throw the sеmen in the clip
and bust mine from the minute i show
no, i don’t wanna talk like my minutes is low
been getting brain now they really beginning to blow
cause that blue collar chain look like it been in the snow
you’re buggin if you’ve never heard me on your speaker
that’s what i had to make the n*gga freeze a believer
100 grand from ten, peaches of ether
rubber*band my man ice put a g on his reefer
it’s the man that’s dumping, wild running the crowd
stopping for nothing, while i be paying for the fronting
with silver rims so the feets on the truck look like a pair of them dunkins
i take dough, make dough lately
i don’t need cars to let my eights go crazy
grab glocks if these kids fussing, it’s nothing
they shoot, we throw back shots like a b*tch f*cking
slaughter coming, my guns too big
the muzzle with potatoes i put watermelons on them
even though i’d rather a b*tch
you need a job? i could hire you to carry my sh*t
n*gga!
[loaded lux]
war scars from the boulevard
scam after scam can’t pull a job
swear to god its like i’m playing in the bully’s yard
money off track, i’m just trying to get my ball back on
tell me where i went wrong at?
i bought a hoopty that i brought back
seen the damages on car*fax
see why n*ggas get their jaw crack?
it’s a half a brick
you gave me silver dollar pancake
you short stacks
cough that or coffin
ain’t no call backs or auctioning with boss men
i lost ten but made twenty
staring at the center stage, semi
it ain’t a drop of lemonade in me
mean for that green
i got a crush like miss piggy
i’m a do part two topping lil wayne’s envy
he can feel the game friendly all he want
i’m going line for line
trying to beat you to the punchline
while i beat you to a pulp
orange juice simpson with the coke
how i start flipping, chopping them white b*tches
see all that wouldn’t leave a penny at the doormat
in and out, like a straw hat
breeze through
fall back when the floor pack
it’s like i’m listening to bobby, the way i play the wall mack (womack)
sick from the format
fist off the far rack
i’m all that, and a bag of bontons
don juan demarco
give her the cargo and the car go
packing in the white like harpo
so meet my ms. winfrey per entry
she will ride round five then you semi (see me)
my other half
they cutting back on my momma staff
and getting gas in that honda bad on her last
type sh*t that make you fight with n*ggas you tight with
brought my dog like mike vick
i need my money right quick
[*rs*nal]
no i haven’t sold a million records
or maybe should i say yet
i hate stress, i smell beef and i taste death
i swing right to push his face left
and i’m the result of a dinosaur and an ape
not practicing safe s*x
i take cheques, deposit them in the bank yes
a great mess after strapping on my latex
i’m on your tv, you leave me and your tape deck
you want to be me? i’m your idol i take great steps
i never wait next, i always jump the line
i’m top five, dead or alive you’re number 9
i ain’t come to rob, i came to motivate
you’ll die in a bag, that’ll help increase the murder rate
and i exterminate, then i eliminate
oh yeah i ventilate
my pistol probably penetrate
bang! let me take time to remember straight
if we both getting fed i got the bigger plate
no i don’t reiterate, no i eliminate
i’m really banging my g, you just affiliate
oh yeah i’m really grape, oh yeah i’m really great
i’m on a turnpike i’m finna bite through that philly steak
survival of the fittest n*gga, don’t be a menace
these popeye n*ggas, feeling tough all spinach
chains all shining n*ggas watch all spinning
i’m a k ass shattack and the lord is my witness
the range automatic but the porsche is a stick shift
a martian a martian the boy is a misfit
but i feel is though, all these rap critics know
i make them bite down, shout out to gorilla zoe
and all them n*ggas down south steady getting doe
haters on my ass have your lips under a mistletoe
i’m a jiggalo the black deuce biggalo
obama for president bin*laden staying visible
a terrific flow excellent vocabulary
black adversary swagger deadly when i rip the flow
i’m *rs*nal with no definition
my clone couldn’t equal me
it’s no repetition
[head ice]
i’m having nightmares walking
or it’s this bomb ass weed
but i could’ve sworn i saw a spark from deep
i’m seeing a whole lot of legs moving
but i can’t hear a thing
i keep a gun so i ain’t fearing a scene
i kept it moving but i’m lightheaded
not thinking at all
i got beef but i’m feeling they soft
my gun hold sixteen, but i shoved in 8
don’t ask me how i keep a snub in case
i blast guns and throw a stack in your face
and take that sh*t down
don’t need to cook crack my model for cake
my whole life i gave respect to the hood
the hood respect me
beside the scar on the heart or the left cheek
“peep that sh*t in the back!”
that’s what some n*gga had yelled
i’m thinking he talking about some n*gga that fell
so i’m walking with the puff puff lit
and the cl!ck clah grip
for pow pow for you and who you with
i ain’t stunt’n that’s for big tymerz
my dogs will *sniff* find ya
and *bark* and strick silence
and dig where they can’t find you
mind on some other sh*t
but i’m also home
14 poles blunt almost gone
and another dutch in my pocket
another bag of dro
and i prefer chopping up nickels than trying to bag a hoe
went to the block, little kids pointing
they must be happy to see me
i throw a smile like it gotta be tv
i lost my steps in front of my building
when i felt this chill so ill with a terrible feeling
not knowing that my physical was needing some help
felt warm but the cold lining was woolrich quelt
lost the strength in my left arm
couldn’t look at my watch
tried so hard i leaned left and dropped
i felt the ground moving, i wasn’t moving with it
i see faces it’s a blurry picture

- knxwledge lyrics

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