again - mb3 lyrics
[intercom]
dispatch: “911 what is your emergency?”
[hook: mb3]
call up my compet-tion ’cause i’m itching and fiending the feeling of k!lling again
i know they counted me out from the start
but i’m back with a spark, and i want some revenge
ain’t in the gym, but we pushing the weight
watch the money stack up from the knees to the head
i hope the father forgive me for mixing the the wok and the tech, i been drinking again
think in my head
how can i feel if i’m already dead?
30 each mag loaded up with some led
if he trying my brothers we shoot for his head
i had to grow up at 13
i made it out with whole team
everything i ever promised i did
on the gang, you can go ask the whole team
[verse 1: mb3]
momma think that i’m a dope fiend
i’m going hard on the codeine
i had to put down the cup and go pick up the pen
lock myself in the booth, till they feel me again
i been keeping it real
think i need me an m
ain’t n-body on the level i am
imma go and do it, do it again
i been going through, and through it again
[hook: mb3]
call up my compet-tion ’cause i’m itching and fiending the feeling of k!lling again
i know they counted me out from the start
but i’m back with a spark, and i want some revenge
ain’t in the gym, but we pushing the weight
watch the money stack up from the knees to the head
i hope the father forgive me for mixing the the wok and the tech, i been drinking again
think in my head
how can i feel if i’m already dead?
30 each mag loaded up with some led
if he trying my brothers we shoot for his head
i had to grow up at 13
i made it out with whole team
everything i ever promised i did
on the gang, you can go ask the whole team
[verse 2: tunezayy]
since 13, it was first degrees
i was burning n-gg-s like a third degree
hitting burglaries, i was dirty scheming
afflack ducking babbies (babylons), ‘cause they move like jesus
n-gg-s roll with 12, n-gg-s acting phony
i was up in county, n-gg- on my lonely
all the ogs fed me game like sony
see you hating on me, but you had to clone me
run up on me, but you didn’t n-gg-
seen em plotting on us, so we had to blitz em
f-ck a prison system, i’m a outlaw
might pop a n-gg- like a adderall
put a price on em like a catalog
we don’t need his cell, we need padded wall
are you b-tch made, are you rupaul
i go convertible, lift the roof off
little n-gg-
[hook: mb3]
call up my compet-tion ’cause i’m itching and fiending the feeling of k!lling again
i know they counted me out from the start
but i’m back with a spark, and i want some revenge
ain’t in the gym, but we pushing the weight
watch the money stack up from the knees to the head
i hope the father forgive me for mixing the the wok and the tech, i been drinking again
think in my head
how can i feel if i’m already dead?
30 each mag loaded up with some led
if he trying my brothers we shoot for his head
i had to grow up at 13
i made it out with whole team
everything i ever promised i did
on the gang, you can go ask the whole team
[verse 3: $afra]
h-llo, how are ya
i’m here for the slaughter
i’ll nut on your daughter
adrenaline, drenaline
rushing, i’m buzzing
i’m ready to come in
i’m ready to buss it
top of the morning
you hear all the clucking
you better get up
you better do something
better get jumping
fly in and buzz it
leave a concussion
knucking and bucking,uh
i know i got it on lock
i been putting in the sock
sitting back and i just plot
know that alright want the first place
all these other n-gg-s is b-tches they need a purse, hey
talking how i’m living, i’m driven to get to work, hey
know you f-cking feel it, i really come from the dirt, hey
mask up, murk things
i know that you, heard me
if it’s ever bout a case, leave no trace
mask on my face, don’t do fades
only coming up in the fast lane
moving at a fast pace
saying alright till my last days
…alright
[hook: mb3]
call up my compet-tion ’cause i’m itching and fiending the feeling of k!lling again
i know they counted me out from the start
but i’m back with a spark, and i want some revenge
ain’t in the gym, but we pushing the weight
watch the money stack up from the knees to the head
i hope the father forgive me for mixing the the wok and the tech, i been drinking again
think in my head
how can i feel if i’m already dead?
30 each mag loaded up with some led
if he trying my brothers we shoot for his head
i had to grow up at 13
i made it out with whole team
everything i ever promised i did
on the gang, you can go ask the whole team
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