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cremate 'em - shabazz the disciple lyrics

(intro)
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!

(verse one)
y’all know it’s h-ll when i come through
i cast spells with the bellevue 1-2
and we can settle it with sh-lls if you want to
bump you, squeeze first i’ma haunt you
or better yet i’ll let the gun b-tt lump you
dog tail up ya -ss when i confront you, f-ggot i’ma hunt you
na’an n-gg- could collab’ with me
cause when i spit my sixteen, they get mad at me
have them write their verses over tryna battle me
and n-gg- that’ll be a fatal tragedy
sh-t, you better off shooting or stabbing me
than stepping in this f-cking rap ring and jab with me
get ya weight up motherf-cker, wear the belt and the crown
frozen n-gg-z like a dirty gat, i’m melting them down
self in the ground, you f-cking with a higher force
n-gg-z be sacrificed, you’ll die on a cross
angel on the pale horse
leave you with multiple wounds when they find you
ya man’s comin right behind you

(chorus)
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!

(verse two)
y’all know the flow chops ridiculous
taw like the blow n-gg-z cop on st. nicholas
you think i’m p-ssy motherf-cker stick ya d-ck in this
like biggie said sh-t infected with syphilis
gonorrhea, hiv, flow sick with this
put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this
tryna get with this, i’ma hit with this
make you slit ya wrist, y’all man a cl-toris
like chlamydia, hard to swallow, i burn throat
getting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoats
word to the safe in the ceiling
my flow’s like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillin
you see the logo n-gg- “std”
f-ck what you heard son, the best be me
from red hook, y’all n-gg-z know how long we waited
y’all motherf-ckers, bout to get cremated

(chorus)

(verse three)
put ya jewels up, put ya house up
put ya tools up, n-gg- put ya spouse up
we can go at it motherf-cker alb-m budget for budget
and let your a&r judge it
sh-t, i’ll have ya label push ya project back
cause i get hyper than a f-cking hypochondriac
ain’t no responding back
my magnum mic’ll push ya conscience back
give ya -ss a holy spirit make you haunt the track
i, i blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays
leave ya whole record company in a daze daze
tell ya ceo stop calling my house
or the next f-cking song son, i’m calling y’all out
better prepare for the long awaited, finally made it
y’all n-gg-z bout to get cremated!

- shabazz the disciple lyrics

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