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green knives up yo' crack - sparkyfin lyrics

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who am i?/

see mami caught my eye./

we ride or die./

baby don’t cry, now dry your eye./

(yeah)

telegraph the half*truths if cash rules, school rulers./

i’m a f*cking rap schooler, where’s the f*cking cooler./

(b*tch)

or i’ma pull out my d*ck and p*ss all over your face and then you like boo*f*cking*hoo, i’m a p*ssy and i’ma go tell my mom that i’m a crybaby./

you’ll never see me undernourished cos i’m lyrically fit./

(yeah)

aiyo, it’s summertime and i created a s*xy beatline yesterday./

i like yo’ girl, she’s really fine./
resignin’ i’ll refine my lines./

when i do hardcore job, the sun starts to shine./

(yeah!)

my neighbor should come back please./

he used to be the one mothaf*cka with no tv./

will with the sk!ll so ill, it’s that’s pure./

positive tip, now dance on the motherf*ckin’ floor./

then get yo smoke on./

so long, boy, voyage ghost be gone./

(yeah)

i went to the f*cking class in the lab and sn*tched a f*cking tablet./
and my ass got caught./
and blasted my d*mn friend and he was a f*cking f*ggot./

(yeah)
in my neighborhood./

my understanding’s understood./

young gun, mis*understood?/

its all good./

commissioned to go fishing./

i invented wishing./

flippin styles like acrobatics./

sciatica straddle your automatics./

legal murder, legal murder…oh my lord./

eternal life is my only reward./

we stay strapped for those jealousy kitty cats./

get your life split up like some motherf*cking kit kats./

approach every line with the right precision./
writing another metaphor, about ambition./

temptation on my shoulder./

everyday it get’s colder./

cuz i’m doin’ my thang./

millions of calls on your switchboard./

sippin codeine will clear my cough./

come on, special k, f*ck off, f*ck off./

blood rushing through my veins?/

hit some corners let’s get keyed./

and break the chains./

that’s all we got, we gonna need./

what them n*ggas in here wanted to know./

get you high like chocolate? buckshot./

it’s hot, spit with the octane flow./

then sell it back to make this knot./

brand new.. marc live… let’s go!/

don’t stop, don’t let no one hold you./

we rollin, gettin dough./

tint no see*through. chick you know how we do./

it’s h*ll on earth./

huh, so what this world is worth?/

come from within and then./

my d*ck’s other name is big ben./

my house full of cameras, if something gets stolen./

and if that does happen, i make sure, your empire’s gets fallen./

but i don’t wanna hit ya if he do a robbery we gonna split the money./

never abandon this protection, the f*ckin’ direction./

forty bars later and never lost attention./

rock the whole house ’til the party is through./

but nothing lasts forever even demon intervention./

hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier sh*t./

i am pro i won’t hesitate to spit./

if she gonna cheat on you./

quitters never win winners never quit./

you ain’t n0body till somebody hates you./

it’s all politics anyway./

man f*ck some nickels and dimes./

i seen that sh*t happen too many times./

better know to yall as fiend./

focus your mind to the beats and rhymes./

if you ain’t here to hear it./

see would the mic fit./

there’s no further twisting necessary./

yea that’s how we do it./

whoever disrespects, i’m rushen like patrice./

bust your gun, motherf*ck, peace./

f*ck her, i wanna see you burn her, in the fire every 30 seconds you turn her./

impaled men please god let them cease./

baby, you make me cum./

give his fans all he can./

still pushing base like an african drum./

wear a cape, be a hero like batman./

even if her mommas and pops is still home./

get your can get your can can get your can./

i knock yo tube socks off i come through./

92′ i started rollin’ wit a crew./

like the angel of death./

you know what i’m sayin?/

beat you motherf*ckers to a thirsest breath./

we ain’t playin’, we ain’t playin’./

you’ll be frozen forever into a statue of death./

you know what i’m sayin’?/

fatherless child, fade to black./

back to back, stacked like a six*pack./

hard from the start, get money to the end./

shinin’ like a hundred thousand in stones./

i was down to my very last friend./

project unknown, patrol the death zone, pushin’ cyclones./

dippin through curves as i come around the bend./

when you call ask for mike jones./

we are floating in the sky./

what’s the reason we gotta look fly?/

they don’t get no stripes./

crack babies be born like everyday./

hot lead bust through iron pipes./

get up out here any day./

i’m unlike all types./

don’t you walk away./

in ’95 we all in it./

just sayin’ i’m not the guy get f*cked with./

crazy snare claps with the humming bass./

smear death on your ass./

4*point*5 hours passed then released at last./

and if you wanna rap, it just might cost…. thou*sand./

y’all hardly k!ll, and y’all hardly real./

that’s the deal, i’m dapper like a meal./

and i’m lookin’ at a scalpel diggin’ into your chest./

yes, i’m bout to change it all around for the best./

been hittin’ girls, way before the record deal./

what if kurt were to put a hole in courtney chest./

and i got enough love, i don’t need no mo’ friends./

who begin wit ends and end wit no ends./

better believe we bound to get high tonight./

i like ’em fine and bright./

is me, and both of my girlfriends./

catch me day and night, ready for fight./

my show, and end yours, that’s natural laws./

many got shook for havin’ low budgets and regular cars./

leave you broken and badly bruised, with flows i’m soaking fannies./

asked my guy get out the jammies, big boy been nannies./

if i could find how to rearrange the stars./

leave you broken and badly bruised, in flows i’m soaking fannies./

man, i got that whip appeal./

he never tripped, he kept it real./

wannabees talk sh*t all day./

so she prayed everyday that they… f*cked my dog./

man what talkin’ about, i don’t spit?/

face it, its mathematics, basics far from fake sh*t./

so mcs shatter like glass next time sparky sparks sh*t./

po’po can’t prove we using drug money./

tattoo on the tummy, girl is sweet like she’s honey./

got a bottle of gin, with a pocket full of ben’s./

you loving me * and i k!ll yo’ and your friends./

first come the streets, always on the grind./

aim like a p210, bullets that cut the wind./

you’re blind in crutches, nines and dutches?/

slaughterhouses, been bout it, been getting cream, you b*tches./

somewhere on the globe there’s a place./

now i know nothing can replace./

150, 7 grams big guy, buy it or starve./

i’m don juan, es caliente, rico suave./

ha ha ha, yeah baby, i’m talkin to you./

and just show what this uzi * a’ do./

sawed off k!lla here to make a meal plus./

like magazine covers, that’s why the streets love us./

(yeah)

i’m waterbucket that explodes./
middle of something i can left ho./
seems like i got a hot bed ho, i claim that i dont like reds, no./

explodin’ creating and howling./
i may like to get a rollie./
step out a door check out if its locked./
and where is my homies?/
have you never seen a fourdie?/
i’ll rather just go bowling./
when im in middle of something./

i might just blowup or then just bow it, b*tch./
i ain’t never been here rolling./
like my homies./

(yeah, yeah)

structling and buggling exploding up./
keys and a these be blowing up
i got the missions and the well condition./
these b*tches just think its a fiction./
that’s so ridiculous./
i have no tickets./

i got the keys but not a car./
give me the keys i dont have age to drive to bar./

sometimes i think do i need to do alcohol or drugs./
that’s why i’m smart, everyday i need to k!ll some dumb motherf*cks./

- sparkyfin lyrics

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