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pro - prod. uncouth lyrics

intro (capital st**z)
f*ck
ayo back the f*ck back n*gga

(verse)

yo, i don’t give a f*ck!
mic checka, the smith & wesson
resurrected the borough who been the most respected
protect your neck or get pro techs, at your necklace
relentless k!llers for 5 dollar billas with nine 9s
double the rhymes when i spit it like dos times
mira mami my flow shine, you co*sign, i throw lines
for the 4th time like cuatro, head hancho
the glocc let them things go, cl!ck clack bang! marlon pop’s flow
cookin up cheese that’s not yours
one bad gaucho, i got chosе
i got hoes that go down low like potholes for pot gold
my pockеts hold more sh*t, if you want beef, no sloppy joes
i been drop bombs since snot nose
you n*ggas can’t f*ck with the unf*ckable
been styling since 9*4, my flow been put in, on my huxtable
you can’t touch the untouchable demolition destructional
better listen for the instructional
we cause havoc when we mobb deep
spark trees forest fires, messiah from the dark streets
no harm g, where armories get aimed at your arteries
for broader cheese n*ggas playing with the lottery
or commit grand larceny, pardon me, accordally
ain’t no one spittin as hard as we
at the top is where i ought to be
prophet for knowledge the way i’m partin seas
honestly i’m just getting started g no keys, i open doors
kick em down wearing fours
cause the 4*5 is in line with your pores, no sweat
i’m just a pro ya know
brooklyn the jungle so hoes depose their clothes
so the sole ain’t better than you is? no chizz
just stand back while i state my top goal
your chicks top goes when she drops jaws, for the low she get low
i suppose she down to go, you know
it’s the gawd, i be k!llin em with the flow
been a rebel you n*ggas pebbles to my mountain top
i guess i rock, you’ll get two packs with these two hot shots
rip leave you buried in 2pac’s spot, n*gga!
outro:
oh my f*cking gooooood! why is it when i get flashed, it’s like some big brolic black dude named f*cking requis decided to pull a f*cking bedsheet over my head and proceeded to skull f*ck me! i just sp*wn di* sp*wn die, sp*wn die, sp*wn die, sp*wn die, sp*wn die!

- prod uncouth lyrics

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