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999666 - slick ross lyrics

999666 lyrics
ayo this the come back
got the ball and i won’t punt that
off the wall and i won’t comeback
till i make my point like a thumbtack
and the points going at the top of the bulletin
shoot my mouth off watch ross get them bullets in
bosses don’t talk to mere peasants
i will get your ass kicked but i will not put my foot in it
sl!ck coming thru on the track got my 1*2 back
you can’t undo that with a d*mn torpedo
now your path is vetoed when i land these free throws from new york city and toledo
i be the hero in the making
if a fiends in trouble i just might save him
i don’t step on toes i just replace them
just might make a call to a couplе albanians
hit a line, hit a line, hitter linе
burner phone, burn a phone, never mind
dead drop, next spot, red dot
impersonal, and surgical, incentivized
smoking on some earth to stay grounded
hold my breath with a purple face about it
purple leaf dispersing me into the mountains
so high that i can’t hear big brother shouting
manipulating masses by the thousands
in the valley of the d*mned no way around it
televise, televise, televise
hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize
do or die, do or die, do or die
suicide, crucify you and i
lie a little bit
die a little bit
lie little stiff
my riddle is
if time is a gift then why is it sick
why is it sick, why is it sick?

i’m on i75 with the cannabis lit
fell from the sky and i land on your b*tch
pelican fly my wingspan it is lit
my head isn’t right but i’m managing it
i’ll sever the ties with the past if it’s sick
whoever gon ride, got they back they my clique
one h*ll of a grind, that’s the plan to get rich
medicine time bout to dab on a b*tch
never been shy, in the room i be giving off elephant vibes
i don’t give a f*ck about celibent types
i will f*ck it all up, that’s one h*ll of a time
you couldn’t try to reschedule my
fate it’s too great for the settling tape
where is the stash need to settle my mind
because once again it is medicine time
the torch is lit, of course it is
we pouring this, hot flame on your porridge b*tch
it’s more than spit, it’s more too sl!ck cause all of this, is what i was made for and sh*t
the coroner has cornered in, you poor lil kid
losing a life, can you afford this sh*t
a force exists so horrid it is stored within
and if you meet it, well i warned you b*tch
i am at heavens gate
see me riding by when i elevate
always getting high when i meditate
pay rent to the sky cause i’m finna stay
get the fade on with no hesitation
this is a seance, cause the devil may come
thinking sh*t is gucci like your name is kreyshawn
getting it popping in the pot like some greasy bacon
televise, televise, televise
hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize
do or die, do or die, do or die
suicide, crucify you and i
lie a little bit
die a little bit
lie little stiff
my riddle is
if time is a gift then why is it sick
why is it sick, why is it sick?

nine six…

- slick ross lyrics

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