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dead wrong - the black squad lyrics

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[verse 1: charlie clips]
hold on big lemme hit em with my rap quotes
rest in peace my n*gga lemme do it for the fat folks
cool g down to the socks laughing at these fat jokes
my pockets fat too these hater mad cause they that broke
been crazy and i’ve been shady before stat quo
if i don’t got the henny the remy with me like fat joe
shown up feeling like leroy i got that glow
every line i have black [?] bringing back woah
hah you ain’t nice fam you so sloppy
take a chance i have dreadheads in your lobby
i asked keith sweat “who are you?” he said “n0body”
you rap than you get a big head whatchu yo gotti?
not me i put in work n*gga
i’m unemployed but everyday i still work triggers
for one i’m a shooter that’s dirt n*gga
roddy piper you be fighting in a skirt n*gga
haha you dead wrong

[interlude: nick cannon]
that was charlie clips now let me spit some sh*t

[verse 2: nick cannon]
nick cannon got all them bad b*tches
grabbing all on my package
in fact when the [?] they swinging from my banana
body your favourite rappers
call me mr stay endeavour
yapping that you a trapper
what happened to all your cabbage?
bragging that you a savage
the white man get all the laughter
you gen x or genocide
page write of your f*cking chapter
baggin you in a waggon
are you b*st*rds are you b*st*rd are what happened
cause the cannon ain’t with the plannin so that sh*t understand it?
programming the propaganda goddamit i’m on a tangent
evangelist and vernacular but n*gga can you handle it?
rambling and you ran out of stamina in atalanta
lying about your b*tches and k!llers who shooting hammers
please last time you had keys you were a janitor
seeing up in canada singing like an amateur
trying to get your handles but n*gga you ain’t a animal
now you taking shots at the cannon like a camera
dead wrong
[interlude: nick cannon]
which you are, curve ass
ayo con how you feeling?

[verse 3: conceited]
i’m kind of trippin i’m not just k!lling the opposition
got a proposition for partners that say they pop the biscuit
you wouldn’t pop a quiz let alone pop a zit
stop the gimmick
quit the nine to five like it’s a job description
i lead the the bulls don’t want a blazer like scottie pippen
wearing two trays with a long nose and it’s not for sniffing
i’ll leave your body twitching
since you like hip hop and sptting
send you up to pac and big and you can do a concert with em
i’ll kidnap ya mother cousin granny aunt and siblings
then i’ll steal your soda so that only means your pop is missing
n*ggas happy i’m trigger happy with glocks i’m grippin
powder on my trigger finger couldn’t stop the itching
the only place you put a toaster was inside your kitchen
so we can go to warden like we locked in prison, n*gga
i’m at your home with the choppa ripping
then i’ll send it in the house like a politician
any n*gga buggin out spray that pesticide
surrounded by your own blood like the electric slide
let that semi rise
once you see it it’ll put you clowns in the ground like pennywise, n*gga
[interlude: nick cannon]
ayo it’s time for the king to get up in here
saint louis represents hitman holla

[verse 4: hitman holla]
i get respect all over the world and they see that
hitman just be talking don’t believe that
one phone call n*ggas pop up to where you be at
oh you got a daughter i wonder where she sleep at
listening to rap k!lling me [?]
everybody front you know they pretend to be hard
where i’m from ain’t no [?] i keep a weapon
that’s more important than my social security card
man i’m stacking till the ceiling
where the action i’m a villain
f*ck y’all i speak my mind i say exactly how i’m feeling
man i can do you worst i can fight but if
i punch you you gon’ run
and get your gun
i might as well shoot you first
on the real man i’m dumb cold
can i get a drumroll
[?] got me living life like a young hov
they want me locked down the authorities hate
took care of mine then dip my priorities straight
man i can do this in a jiffy
ferrari go zero to sixty
and move swiftly
incredible n*ggas with me
interior crispy
baby mamas they miss me
baby daddies they diss me
bullsh*t you can miss me
beamed up i get my red on
you think you right until you die now you dead wrong

- the black squad lyrics

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