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michaelangelo - westside gunn, conway the machine & the alchemist lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
we’ll do this when we feel ready
ayo (grrt)
the luxurious, the notorious (boom boom boom boom boom)

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, juggling the stars with the moons and the sun
dice game, praying to the heavens i don’t throw a one
raekwon with elmos supreme fiends
baby tec in the faulty four jeans, yo
shot up the whole scene (brrt) fur on the monster bed
layin’ next to the stove, i gotta bag
twelve*twelve, fingers all cramped, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo
buy five, you get a pipе free, the suede land rovеr
hand over the grams, yo, yo, i’m dancin’ over pots
remix like jermaine dupri, we keep it in the family
my seed marry his seed, wedding a hundred g’s
i’d sell my soul for a hundred keys
told the b*tch, “you can’t f*ck for free (can’t f*ck for free b*tch)
b*tch you lucky (the almighty)”
told the b*tch, “you can’t f*ck for free (too glamorous)”

[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, i’m too gutter on the beats
flow is so disgusting plus i’m just a motherf*ckin’ g
know a n*gga hit a l!ck, he robbed a sucker for a key
he sniffed halves, sold half, and blew the money in a week, d*mn (talk to ’em)
trust me, it get ugly in these streets
if your hustle ain’t discreet, get gun*b*tted in your sleep
like, “n*gga wake up
and n*gga don’t you motherf*ckin’ speak, open that safe up
take all the money, fill that pillowcase up” (giddy up bro)
i ran it up, i got my cake up
i’m usually in new york city, i’m f*ckin’ bape up
when i ain’t on satellite f*ckin’ shade up
all you radio n*ggas need to wake up
flex need to call me so hot 97 can get sprayed up
i got drums n*gga, i promise you i ain’t humble
i don’t give a f*ck, ’cause my gun work, plus i can rumble
boy you just a rapper, if i don’t like you, i might punch you
in the motherf*ckin’ face for no reason just ’cause i want to
i ain’t playin’ with these n*ggas, i promise you that
it’s time to spray it at these n*ggas, bet i’ma do that (brrt)
you n*ggas doors get kicked down, mommas get smacked
shoot ’em palming the mac, you try to attack, you gotta get clapped (hah)
the black jeffery dahmer is back
matter fact, i’m machine gun black mixed with geronimo pratt
blatt, a youngin’ run down on you n*ggas, hit you in your top and your back
it’s the machine, b*tch
[outro]
in the beginning god created the heaven and the earth
and the earth was without form, and void
and darkness was upon the face of the deep
and the spirit of god moved upon the face of the waters
and god said;

- westside gunn conway the machine the alchemist lyrics

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