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panda (riot remix) - tyson d. x mercey lyrics

(tyson d.)

• nah, b-tch, you tuned into radio station nine sixteen. so keep it locked right here, you know what i’m sayin’? this ya boy tyson d. got a little message to the punk–ss sacramento police department… you f-ckin’ punks. you mothaf-ckas always wanna f-ck wit somebody, don’t ya? try to pull me over all because i got a body full of tats? go ‘head mercey; let these mothaf-ckas have it

– pre-verse –

(mercey)

• yeah, light ’em up wit that forty glock! hit ’em wit about forty shots! i’m f-ckin’ twisted, been f-ckin’ b-tches and i’m down to smoke about all these cops! f-ck all these cops! this what y’all want, right? aight

– verse i –

(mercey)

• never k!lled and i never will. but if i had to k!ll — gain m-ss appeal. my rap is real; neither trap or drill. among daffodil, where we at, for real. bust a cap of steel, bust a cap to steal. this that shit you have to feel. half a ‘mil, we have a deal… put my team on the map, for real. i’m focused, i’m focused. hear me now? i evoke this. turn you niggas to nothin’… like hocus and pocus. mercey-mercey the dopest. in due time, you can quote this. i mean, now, this is provokin’. you think not? what ya smokin’? you gang-bang? what ya loc’n? take ’em out in the open. leave ya family to grieve. yeah… wishin’ and hopin’. no, i’m not wit the shit. but you knockin’ this shit. oh; so you have a badge? i do not give a shit. raid ya spot wit the grip; let off a shot and it’s lit. this what you think of the kids? smack you up like a b-tch? that’s right; you know what it is. i’m ya worst nightmare. right there ya eyes bear a slight scare. ungh

– post verse i –

(mercey)

• yo, tyson d. f-ck these niggas up, man! tired of these mothaf-ckas, bruh! stupid–ss cops, nigga. let’s go!

– verse ii –

(tyson d.)

• really not givin’ a f-ck about coppers. me and my boy be doin’ it proper. hotter than lava. layin’ ’em down. f-ck all these cops! they sprayin’ the rounds; takin’ the lives of innocent kids. i meant it within when i said “f-ck ’em all.” so f-ck sac p.d. and the entire law. just cuz his name is mercey doesn’t mean he’s gonna show any. me and him up on a track is like a stack. and we got plenty ammunition. i’ma split it and rip it up on the police department. we straight outta sacramento and with the flows we go the hardest. let’s lay ’em down. so f-ck the feds, the pigs, and all that shit. and all i know is how to k!ll these b-tches — which is this. mercey, tie him up and i’ma stuff him in my truck and drop his body by the lake and smash his face. he’s outta luck. that’s what you get when you wanna try and flip the script. ridiculous up in this life; this mic is shittin’ bricks. they can’t even take the pressure of the bars that we spittin’. it’s 1-8-7 on these dirty–ss cop b-tches!

– post verse ii –

(angry black male)

• they incarcerated my daddy! they took my daddy, nigga! my daddy got k!lled by a cop, nigga! f-ck wrong with y’all!? gettin’ followed to work; pulled in, you robbed by a mothaf-cka that’s gon’ follow you everywhere. nigga, i’m pissed!

– outro –

(mercey)

• this ain’t nothin’ new… you mothaf-ckas realize that shit? we gettin’ k!lled everyday. huh!? they tryna eradicate us! what we supposed to do — just sit here? nah… i ain’t sittin’ here. i don’t know about y’all niggas. but that’s not what’s up. make ya next move ya best move like a chest move. it’s been a revolution, nigga. f-ck you thought!? start a mothaf-ckin’ riot, nigga!

- tyson d x mercey lyrics

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