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RZA & DJ Scratch – Fate Of The World

RZA & DJ Scratch – Fate Of The World Lyrics
Fate Of The World Lyrics, Letra:

The fate of the world is in your hand
Is in your hand

All praises due to Allah
Respect to all my Christian brothers out there
All my synagogue brothers
All my Hare Krishna’s
Let’s build together
Let’s go
Left, right come together
Left, right come together (Let’s get ‘em)
Left, right come together (Let’s bring some light to it)
Put your hands up, Wu-Tang is forever

A thousand years of darkness
The world got struck with sorrow
Hollow be thy name
We need a better tomorrow
Rejuvenate the blood through tendons and the bone marrow
Light always shine, we just trapped inside the earth shadow

The Sky is God’s eye, the sun, the pupil, yes
The wise recognise the fool is unscrupulous
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A liar lose a thousand breaths
We learn to breathe right until the last breath is left
So what’s left, besides for us to do what’s right
They breed mythology
Social consciousness not being taught in sociology
But sexuality being taught in today’s biology
Your psychic powers being dumb down by psychology
Despotism, capitalism, socialism
Forgot the wisdom, now we sitting in a rotten system The fate of the world is in your hand
Left, right come together
Put your hands up, the Wu-Tang is forever
Let’s do it together look
Left, right come together
Put your hands up, the Wu-Tang is forever

Who can turn back the hands of time
True life is an eternal bliss
The souls crescendo internally
Then revealed through an external gliss
Every sense is stimulated
When the lips touch in a gentle kiss
Every impossibility is expressed
Everyday in our children’s wish
Yet possibilities overcome with the impossible consist
Persistence overcomes resistance, so don’t resist
The god is most merciful and most merciless
You’ll be most wise to memorize a verse like this

Ruler zig zag zig Allah, risked his life for you
In a spiritual world Wu-Tang Clan had to fight for you
And we’re victorious
Allah is the most high and the most glorious
So it’s time to stand up, come together righteous warriors

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BiC Fizzle – Changes

BiC Fizzle – Changes Lyrics
Changes Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Keep some of that shit though, like at the beginning where I was killin’ that shit it
You know where I stop bullshittin’
Huh-uh

Chorus
Real nigga, some peepin’ and hatin’ from a distance
Solid as fuck if you hatin’ on a nigga, then you must got somethin’ against me (Fuck it is?)
What it is, what’s all this tension?
They just see them changes, nigga
I be all by myself, thinking ‘bout nothing but life, how the fuck I can change a nigga? (How the fuck I can change a nigga?)
How I’m livin’, it’s dangerous, nigga (Big Fizzle)
You don’t know what I’m thinking
In the hood with that banger, diamond danglin’ (Diamond danglin’)
Won’t touch, shit drop, so I’ma take it (Take it)
Before the rap I knew I was amazing (On God)
I can sell anything, you lazy (Bitch)
‘Fore I give up, I stick up this shit and get rich off of robbin’, jackin’ and taking
And I won’t die broke, do that shit on my soul, so I can’t go back and erasе it (Ha)

Verse
Country boy where I’m from I made it and I ain’t еven made it to where I want to make it (Where the fuck I want to make it to)
That would make this shit so damn crazy
Seein’ niggas in slick competition, but I’m a real nigga, I’m happy you winning
I done touched six figures, this just the beginning (Woo), eighteen, that young nigga shittin’ (Damn)
Did a donut at school, so cool with the teachers (Damn), them folks ain’t even suspend me
Graduated up in Mac, D stand for my people and I know they happy I did it
Know you see these chains up in me, smilin’ this shit, but got anger built in me
So I got a quick temper and I ain’t that social, why I don’t be hanging with many
I remember my pocket was skinny, Cooter the only one that helped a young nigga (On God)
Now these folks act comin’ around like I owe ‘em somethin’, I don’t owe you a penny (Bitch)
Bombey hit the curb, it’s dented (On God)
Window tinted, can’t tell who in it (Bitch)
And my vision clear, I know what I want, can’t stop ‘til a youngin fulfill it
I never start somethin’ I can’t finish, that’s how I was raised, that’s how I’ma end it
Tell the judge, “Free Travis and Jimmy Traz”, they both picked up two Glizzies
Shoot ‘em both at the same time, pop my shit, ‘bout to pay that shit, John Wick it (Boom, bah)
Got some hoes in the hotel lickin’ (BiC Fizzle)
Youngin that havin’ his way with this shit, he livin’ (On God)
Chorus
Real nigga, some peepin’ and hatin’ from a distance
Solid as fuck if you hatin’ on a nigga, then you must got somethin’ against me (Somethin’ against me)
What it is, what’s all that tension? (Bitch)
They just see them changes, nigga (Changes)
I be all by myself, thinking ‘bout nothing but life, how the fuck I can change a nigga?
How I’m livin’, it’s dangerous nigga
You don’t know what I’m thinking (Hold on)
In the hood with that banger, diamond danglin’ (Now)
Won’t touch, shit drop, so I’ma take it (Take it)
Before the rap I knew I was amazing (Knew I was amazing)
I can sell anything, you lazy
‘Fore I give up, I stick up this shit and get rich off of robbin’, jackin’ and taking
And I won’t die broke, I’m a Clark street baby, bitch

Outro
Yeah, nigga, you know I’m a Clark Street baby, you hear me?
Everything about me a real nigga, I ain’t never did no flaw shit, you hear me?
‘Cause I’m a real nigga, I’m 1K for real
Clan business, you hear me?
Everything I stand for, I don’t need it ‘cause I’m a real nigga, you hear me?
And the devil folded his deal, you hear me?
The fuck you hatin’ on me
What it is, what it is, what city?
What it is, what it is, my city
Four, five shots and you ‘round that glizzy
And you know my diamond got a pendent
Spin on my block, then you won’t spin no more, boom

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Desiigner – BAKIN

Desiigner – BAKIN Lyrics
BAKIN Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
(Whoo Kid)
Yeah, yeah
Bakin’, bakin’, bakin’, bakin’
(Just bring me a pack of Backwoods and a slushie)

Chorus
Lil’ mama hot and she pretty (Pretty)
Make a lot of bands in the city (In the city)
She got a Bentley and a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
She playin’ hard to get inside the kitty (Inside the kitty)
I make a lot of money, like Diddy (Diddy)
And I got the power, like 50 (Like 50)
Yeah, I keep the real ones with me, huh
Yeah, I keep some real ones with me, huh
I got a lot of money and I’m patient, huh
And I like your broad, she basic
Got a newer bitch and shе like to taste it, huh
Peanut buttеr nigga, her favorite
Yeah, my niggas got it out the basement, huh
Rollie on my arm, two faces, huh
Shoutout to my cuz, blue faces, huh
Shoutout to the bloods, do facelifts (Woo)

Verse
Bakin’, bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’)
I’m hottin’ up, yeah, I keep bakin’, huh
Lil’ mama get in my spaceship
I get a lot of cash, like poker chips, huh
If you reach for it, I go for the hip
You don’t wanna play, I got the uzi clip
Slidin’ over cars on some movie shit
The way that she lip lock, huh
Sucking on my cock, huh
Baby, I don’t want you to stop, huh
Baby, I don’t want you to stop
You fuck with the opp block, huh
We gone just throw shots, huh
Give fuck ‘bout no cops, huh
Give fuck ‘bout no cops, huh
Chorus
Lil’ mama hot and she pretty
Make a lot of bands in the city
She got a Bentley and a Lamborghini
She playin’ hard to get inside the kitty (Inside the kitty)
I make a lot of money, like Diddy (Diddy)
And I got the power, like 50 (Like 50)
Yeah, I keep the real ones with me, huh
Yeah, I keep some real ones with me, huh
I got a lot of money and I’m patient, huh
And I like your broad, she basic
Got a newer bitch and she like to taste it, huh
Peanut butter nigga, her favorite
Yeah, my niggas got it out the basement, huh
Rollie on my arm, two faces, huh
Shoutout to my cuz, blue faces, huh
Shoutout to the bloods, do facelifts (Woo)

Outro
Bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’), bakin’ (Bakin’)
What’s bakin’?

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RICTA (GRC) – ALL TIME HIGH

RICTA (GRC) – ALL TIME HIGH Lyrics
ALL TIME HIGH Lyrics, Letra:

Ey
Λεει
Ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο (μπλε, μπλε, μπλε)
Του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο (ey,ey)
Ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο(μπλε, μπλε, μπλε)
Ειμαστε mood fly ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο (ey,ey)
Ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο(μπλε, μπλε, μπλε)
Ey
Ειμαστε mood fly
Ey, λεει,λεει(μπλε, μπλε, μπλε), ey

Chorus: RICTA
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο

VERSE 1:RICTA
Θελουνε, τα αρχιδια ρε, μαζι μου να, ανεβουνε
Εχω δυο τσακαλια που μονιμως τα δουλευουνε
Οτι κι αν λεν τις βλακειες δεν πιστευουμε
Οτι CC και να βαλεις χορευουμε
Εχω την παρεα μου στ’ ορκιζομαι τους χαιρομαι
? που κλεβαμε μας ρουφιανευανε
Τωρα το παιζουνε καμποσοι σκληροι (ey)
Κοιτα τι εκανα μεχρι και οι βλακες φωναζουν φερε το χαρτι
Απο SKG μεχρι την Αθηνα rock-αρω πασα μου double C
Ο
? σου ζηταει το τηλεφωνο μου πες του μπροστα του θα με δει
Ζηταν ραντεβου και σκανε 50
Ξερεις χαλβα πως θα ρθουμε στην τσιτα
Ξερεις πως ειμαι στην γυρα για χρημα
Ξερω δυο στενα που θα γινεις το θυμα
Μαλλον δινω μοναχα καμμενα βουρλα
Ως το σουρτα φερτα βλακα φερ’τα μουλα
Στο κεφαλι σου βαζω σακουλα
Θελω 10 με μπροστα τιμουλα
Ζοριζουν, τα πραγματα φετος κουραδα ζοριζουν
Δεν πειθουν, τα λογια τους ψεφτικα χομπυ να γλειφουν
Βαδιζουν, να φτασουν να
? εταιριες να κλεισουν
Escape room αυτοι για την νικη φιλο θα πουλησουν
Δε-δεκα βηματα μπροστα CC τα πηραμε σβαρνα
Τα μυαλα στα καγκελα ρε την σαλουγκα σπλαχνα
Γραφω DRILL για παρκο οχι την συγχρονη μπαλαντα
Εδρα μας η ΣΑΛΟΥΓΚΑ κεντρο παλια Σοφια Σαντα
Chorus: RICTA
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο

VERSE 2: MIKROS KLEFTIS
Μεινει στο σπιτι,και βαλε τον συρτη
Ας κανουμε παλι δουλεια με γεματο κεφαλι
? στο city
Προσεχε που λες οτι λες και το που χωνεις τη μυτη
Ολοι εχουμ’ επαφες, σιγουρα εισαι το θυμα γιατι ξερω τον ΘΥΤΗ
Ολοι κοιμουνται ειναι slow γιατι μονο μαλακιες ρουφαν
Τους κανω τα ματια πιο ανοιχτα γι αυτο ολα τα ματια με κοιταν
Οταν βγηκα απο το κεντρο δεν ειχατε βγει ουτε καν
Μαυρο αμαξι σα το χιουμορ σα hoodie και το μπουφαν (huh)
Δεν αφηνουνε το ονομα μου εξω οταν μετραν τους ασους
Θα το πω και
? για να σας παιξω θα σας πουν κομπαρσους
Γυρω μου στηνουν δοκαρια μπαινουνε γκολ ενω βλεπουνε μπαλα
Γαμα την τυχη γαμα τα ζαρια εδω ολοι πινουνε και κανουνε τ’ αλλα
Full style, ALL TIME HIGH, headshot, Bullseye
Δε ξερω εξυπνο tough guy χαστουκι οταν σου τα σκαει
Μ’ αποσπαει να πως παει μια τρελει παντα με αποσπαει
Εχωσα το 90 σκαω με fly ενω καθε φετος καποιος θα ξοφλαει
Το underground εχω κατατρυπισει πολυ πριν τον μετροποντικα
Απο την ταραστα βλεπω κοκαλο πανοραμικα την σαλονικα
Ανεβαζω ολη την ομαδα πανω απο το κεντρο παντα σαν pointguard
Εσυ δεν μπορεις να κυκλοφορισεις αν δεν εχεις γυρω 10 bodyguard(woo,ey)
Chorus: RICTA
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο
Λυκοπουλο ετρεχα ηξερα μεσα μου ειχα το κινητρο
Αυτο ειναι σαν drive-by του ΜΚ το μαυρο αυτοκινητο
Ειμαστε mood fly τον εφαγε η φημη τον δισμυρο
ALL TIME HIGH δεν θελω τα gucci εχω nike για ντυσιμο

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Calboy – Rumors

Calboy – Rumors Lyrics
Rumors Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Don’t know why
Don’t know why
Yeah, it’s always I do
Shawty I knew
6lement
Hey

Chorus
Roll up for all the times we had to shoot up (Roll up)
And I can’t come around without my shooter (Shooter)
And I ain’t really into spreading rumors, no
But I in and it always comes down to who done what (Who done what)
It’s always I do (I do, I do)
Can’t keep no secrets from me, I knew (I knew)
Ayy, people switchin’ on me, don’t know why
If I had to give up on you, you know I try

Verse 1
I come from the streets, the trenches raised me
I’ve been tryna get in, water whippin’ on the daily
And now my life a movie, this shit is crazy (This shit crazy)
And I’m still so quick to get him if he play me (For real)
Or if hе played you, I swear he gеt the same thing
Thought you was my dawg, how you betray me? (Betray me)
Met a bitch, she say here go my number, call me maybe (Call me maybe)
I fucked with her, later down the road she did the same thing
Oh what a shame, she text me, “I love you”, bitch, how true is that? (True in the path)
These days I don’t know you, I’m like, “Who is that?”
Racks in the bag, these days I ain’t trippin’ it ain’t ‘bout the checks
I’m still by my lonely, still fight demons with these Percocet’s (I)
Chorus
Roll up for all the times we had to shoot up (Roll up)
And I can’t come around without my shooter (Shooter)
And I ain’t really into spreading rumors, no
But I in and it always comes down to who done what (Who done what)
It’s always I do (I do, I do)
Can’t keep no secrets from me, I knew (I knew)
Ayy, people switchin’ on me, don’t know why
If I had to give up on you, you know I try

Verse 2
I can’t show no love, you was gone to waste
Before you thought, you talk like I was born today (For real)
They wan’ play these games, like I was born to play (Go)
Before I was Cal The Wild, lil’ bitch, I was blowin’ the K (Boom)
Made a 50 yesterday, made more today (For real)
I got drippy S, they caught more today
You said, you said that shit for life, ain’t goin’ away
Ayy, tweak with gang (6lement), you just might meet the Lord today
Look at these diamonds on me, bitch, these bustin’, these rocks swing like ornaments
My shorty gon’ bend your block on scorchin’ get bucks, don’t lose no tournaments
Came a long way to make this name, lil’ bitch, I go war for this
My shorty gon’ go, I trade the chosen one, I feel like Morpheus
I pop out on gang time, ayy, throwin’ up gang signs
I bought all the drip, I’m fly as fuck, lil’ nigga got hang time
I ain’t got no feelings, it’s dumb as fuck, lil’ bitch, the shawty ain’t mine
Most of these niggas be pussy, cappin’, I heard that through the grape vine
I said I’m numb, I might just treat her right, but I ain’t tryin’
We off a hundred racks and he been livin’ life, he still tryin’ ride
These days I’ve been rollin’ nights, I still got blow my pipe, feel like the Pied Piper
Keep yo’ pole and watch yo’ bros, bitch, I learned from Mekhi Phifer
Pre-Chorus
Pour one for all the times we had to shoot up
Hey (Shoot up)
And I ain’t really into spreadin’ rumors, no
(And I ain’t really into spreadin’ rumors, no)
(Pour one for all the times we had to shoot up)
Hey (Shoot up)
And I ain’t really into spreadin’ rumors, no

Chorus
Roll up for all the times we had to shoot up (Roll up)
And I can’t come around without my shooter (Shooter)
And I ain’t really into spreading rumors, no
But I in and it always comes down to who done what (Who done what)
It’s always I do (I do, I do)
Can’t keep no secrets from me, I knew (I knew)
Ayy, people switchin’ on me, don’t know why
If I had to give up on you, you know I try

Outro
Know
Know I try
Don’t know why
Know I try
(Know I try)
(Know I try)

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BlocBoy JB & Co Cash – Devin Booker

BlocBoy JB & Co Cash – Devin Booker Lyrics
Devin Booker Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: BlocBoy JB
Mmm
Yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Chorus: BlocBoy JB
Free my niggas with no bond
They Devin booked ‘em like the Phoenix Suns
Caught an opp and I ain’t have a gun
He ain’t shoot, Mario Chalmers
Ever since then, had a burner
Been a killer, look at who I learned from
Want respect? Then you gotta earn some
Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some

Verse 1: BlocBoy JB
He wanna fight me, like Nike, let’s do it
Kick his ass in the face, that’s my sweet chin music
Only smoke dope, I’m not easily influenced
Lil’ booties mattеr, what’s up with the chewin’?
If I see a rat, put a shell on his back, Mastеr Splinter and turtles, they go to the sewers
I’m in the field on the first and the third tryna score on an opp like I play for the Brewers
Bitch set me up, on my mama, I’ll do her
Pass me the heat, yeah, the one with the cooler
Police behind me, watch how I maneuver
Fast & Furious, smokin’ Vin Diesel
Can’t say Paul, might offend people
Never ever ever been a line leader
2014, I was seein’ niggas down, I ain’t never ever been a timekeeper
Chorus: BlocBoy JB
Free my niggas with no bond
They Devin booked ‘em like the Phoenix Suns
Caught an opp and I ain’t have a gun
He ain’t shoot, Mario Chalmers
Ever since then, had a burner
Been a killer, look at who I learned from
Want respect? Then you gotta earn some
Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some
Free my niggas with no bond
They Devin booked ‘em like the Phoenix Suns
Caught an opp and I ain’t have a gun
He ain’t shoot, Mario Chalmers
Ever since then, had a burner
Been a killer, look at who I learned from
Want respect? Then you gotta earn some
Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some

Verse 2: Co Cash
Deadstock Glock, fresh up out of the box (Yup)
This not a beverage, wrist on the rocks (Ice)
Pretty lil’ bitch look like Vivica Fox (Woo)
If she ain’t fuckin’, she kickin’ the rocks (Bye)
Just got the word you been missing your thot (Where?)
I ain’t hit that, she just bought guns for the block (Ha)
That don’t mean that you safe, I didn’t say that I’m not (What?)
I just rather she put in some work ‘fore we chop (Woah)
Most of my partners be felons and cons (Yeah)
Niggas keep one in the head where I’m from (Brr)
Chopper went rock, this a Drac’ with a drum (Baow)
Send that boy up, he be kissing the sun (Uh)
Bin Laden go back to investing in bombs (Trap)
Jody might shot ‘em and serve him some crumbs (Slime)
Scream, “Free the Mack,” to the top of my lungs (Free the Mack)
I’m Uncle Sam, these niggas Uncle Toms (Oh)
Chorus: BlocBoy JB
Free my niggas with no bond
They Devin booked ‘em like the Phoenix Suns
Caught an opp and I ain’t have a gun
He ain’t shoot, Mario Chalmers
Ever since then, had a burner
Been a killer, look at who I learned from
Want respect? Then you gotta earn some
Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some
Free my niggas with no bond
They Devin booked ‘em like the Phoenix Suns
Caught an opp and I ain’t have a gun
He ain’t shoot, Mario Chalmers
Ever since then, had a burner
Been a killer, look at who I learned from
Want respect? Then you gotta earn some
Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some

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Insane Clown Posse – Ain’t No Time

Insane Clown Posse – Ain’t No Time Lyrics
Ain’t No Time Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: Violent J
(Devereaux)
Ain’t no time that don’t know
Change is inevitable (It won’t be long)
Ain’t no time that don’t know
Love is extinguishable (And then it’s gone)

Verse 1: Violent J
I feel it happenin’, I’m feelin’ trapped again
It’s not just in my head
Somewhere we made a turn, and then in came concern
Words cut deep and they bled
First we ignored the storms, ‘til they became the norm
And then seein’ your car I dread
What’s left to be said, when you’ve been left for dead
And soulmatеs hate instead

Chorus: Gary Green
Right now, living as enеmies
The love is dead and gone
Never thought I’d say from time to time
I hope you end up missing, oh whoa
I hope you end up missing, oh whoa, whoa
I hope you end up missing

Verse 2: Violent J
You used to love my face, and now that ain’t the case
How easy you just beat me
The rumor’s factual now, you’re spittin’ actual rounds
With the AR-15
You went from marryin’ me to dreams of buryin’ me
The whole shit is sickening
Jumped off from me to him, and then from him to them
I’m meetin’ my reckoning
Chorus: Gary Green
Right now, living as enemies
The love is dead and gone
Never thought I’d say from time to time
I hope you end up missing, oh whoa
I hope you end up missing, yo whoa
I hope you end up missing

Verse 3: Violent J
Pillow talk and fuckin’, kissin’, touchin’, carin’
All the secret sharin’, the oaths, the vows, the swearin’
On Instagram you’re sluttin’, fuckin’ nothin’ you’re wearin’
Slits, stabs, and cuts my heart, I’m up and I’m starin’
From me to Steve to Brian, you fuckin’ speak, you’re lyin’
A fuckin’ demon flyin’, you left me weak and dyin’
You’re such a freak, you’re smilin’, I’m tryin’ to reach your dialin’
But your shit is blocked, my grill is socked, you’re wylin’
Your shit I’m tryin’ to sort, your devil lyin’ in court
Eighty percent of my check goes to your wylin’ support
Support your wylin’ ass for oxy 30s, a flake
Of course the kids they come last for dirty whores and snakes
I can’t believe that you tricked me, your neden whole strictly
Move me all up in you, with all my shit, then evict me
But now your powers are gone, ‘cause all your juices are spoiled
And Hell’s ready and waitin’ on that soul you soiled
Chorus: Gary Green
Right now, living as enemies
The love is dead and gone
Never thought I’d say from time to time
I hope you end up missing, oh whoa
I hope you end up missing, oh whoa, whoa
I hope you end up missing

Outro: Violent J & Gary Green
Ain’t no time that don’t know
(I hope you end up missing)
Change is inevitable
(Oh, whoa, I hope you end up missing)
Ain’t no time that don’t know
(I hope you end up missing)
Love is extinguishable
(Oh, whoa, I hope you end up missing)
Devereaux

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22Gz – Possessed

22Gz – Possessed Lyrics
Possessed Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Gang, gang, gang
Blixky the blixky
Shit’ll go left real fast, real quick

Chorus
Shit’ll go left (Shit’ll go left)
I know the reason they pressed
It’s probably the way that I dress (It’s probably the way that I dress), it’s probably the way that I step (It’s probably the way that I step)
Brand new blicky, you better invest, I got a vest
Keep a shooter, he movin’ possessed, he be spinnin’ so much, he obsessed

Verse 1
Shit’ll, go left real fast, real quick, we left his brains on his lap in his whip
One in the head, click-clack, they clicked
Shots in his back and the head from the stick
What you gon’ do when the stepper come through?
Bet you an opp gon’ end up on a news
That’s what he get when he was actin’ a fool
Spin through the stu’, left him dead in the booth
Brodie just hit me on telly, he saw an opp had to flock on telly
Brains splattered like confetti, Gooey Sauce, hit his belly
Opp treesh caught a leggy, free the gang, free that nigga Melly
On the set, we don’t play disrespect, my little stepper, he’ll really step
Jump back in a foreign and jet, you can look at my eyes and see death
Chorus
Shit’ll go left (Shit’ll go left)
I know the reason they pressed
It’s probably the way that I dress (It’s probably the way that I drip), it’s probably the way that I step (It’s probably the way that I step)
Brand new blicky, you better invest, I got a vest
Keep a shooter, he movin’ possessed, he be spinnin’ so much, he obsessed
Shit’ll go left (Shit’ll go left)
I know the reason they pressed
It’s probably the way that I dress (It’s probably the way that I drip), it’s probably the way that I step (It’s probably the way that I step)
Brand new blicky, you better invest, I got a vest
Keep a shooter, he movin’ possessed, he be spinnin’ so much, he obsessed

Verse 2
I know they’ll never confess
They be stealin’ the drip, they obsessed
Catch an opp, he gon’ lose all his breath (Blick, blick)
New blick came with the suppress
Push a button and they gon’ leave a mess (Blick, blick)
Run down, put holes in his flesh (Leave a mess)
.57 went straight to his vest
Hit his chest like I’m dead on the steps (Blick, blick)
My lil’ steppers, they not with the chit-chat
They see an opp, they gon’ click that (Steppers)
Pull up like, “Fuck is your blick at?”

Chorus
Shit’ll go left (Shit’ll go left)
I know the reason they pressed
It’s probably the way that I dress (It’s probably the way that I drip), it’s probably the way that I step (It’s probably the way that I step)
Brand new blicky, you better invest, I got a vest
Keep a shooter, he movin’ possessed, he be spinnin’ so much, he obsessed
Outro
Gang
He be spinnin’ so much, he obsessed

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Basic Boy – Плакать Будем Потом (We Will Cry Later)

Basic Boy – Плакать Будем Потом (We Will Cry Later) Lyrics
Плакать Будем Потом (We Will Cry Later) Lyrics, Letra:

Текст песни «Плакать Будем Потом» ft. GONE.Fludd

Интро: Basic Boy
Плакать будем потом
Не время для опухших лиц
Довези меня до дома-а-а-а
Как-то будем дальше жить

Припев: Basic Boy
Плакать будем потом (Пр-р, та, пр-р, та)
Не время для опухших ли-иц (Е, е, е)
Ха, довези меня до дома (А, а, а)
Как-то будем дальше жить, е

Куплет 1: Basic Boy
В тачке с красивым салоном
Я сложу ноги подальше от пола, е
Подсвеченный синим неоном
Подлеченный чем-то, но не на долго, е
Уж полгода как ни слова не писал
Я топлю слова в бокалах, пузырьках (Say)
Известный ритуал, е, е
Трафик тащит нас подальше
От неудач, от тех, кем были раньше, е
Давим боль и едем дальше
В погоне за незримым счастьем, е, е
Либо моё тело в ящик
Либо кинуть кости
Испытать удачу
Либо кости в шкафчик (Пр-р)
Там скелеты плачут (Е)
Бридж: Basic Boy
Я не смогу спокойно спать
Пока ищу эту деталь
И мы с тобой будем сиять
О, я молю лишь дай мне шанс (Сука)

Припев: Basic Boy
Плакать будем потом (Потом)
Не время для опухших ли-иц (Ли-иц)
Довези меня до дома-а-а-а
Как-то будем дальше жить (Дальше жить)
Плакать будем потом, е
Не время для опухших ли-иц, ха
Довези меня до дома-а-а-а
Как-то будем дальше жить

Куплет 2: GONE.Fludd
Ты любишь слёзы и розы
Плакать поздно
Бокалы в осколки оземь
Закрой глаза (Е)
Бутылки пустые как твои слова
(К чему ночи без сна?)
Меня обнимет моя бездна (Бездна)
Забуду, что ты такая одна
Ногами коснусь до самого дна
Сколько можно лгать самому себе? (Е)
Налито всем ли
И все ли навеселе? (У)
Верный косой я всегда держу при себе
Верную суку всегда держу при себе
Но не на привязи
Она сама по себе
И я сам с собой
Снова
Не ври себе
Нахуй лояльность
Не верю в их принципы
Хотел взорвать глупый мир
Но напился в хла-ам
Бридж: Basic Boy
Я не смогу спокойно спать
Пока ищу эту дета-аль
И мы с тобой будем сиять
О, я молю лишь дай мне шанс (Сука)

Припев: Basic Boy
Плакать будем потом (Потом)
Не время для опухших ли-иц (Лиц)
Довези меня до дома, а, а, а
Как-то будем дальше жить (Дальше жить, е)
Плакать будем потом, е
Не время для опухших ли-иц, ха
Довези меня до дома, а, а, а
Как-то будем дальше жить (Дальше жить)

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AdzMilli – Change

AdzMilli – Change Lyrics
Change Lyrics, Letra:

Chorus
I got my brothers right or wrong and that’s regardless
It’s DTB, can’t trust no one because I’m heartless
It’s my life I’ll do what I want to hit my targets
I’ll cut you off ‘cah I stopped giving second chances
I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
Can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
It’s clear to see some people never change, change, change

Verse 1
Look, I ain’t got no ex, only a person who fumbled the bag
I ain’t got time for a chick that chats
And I don’t need love man, I need more racks
She wants a man like Durk or Von
Have some shame like your mum
Emily don’t know about love like TLC, I don’t take no scrubs
Look I tried Evelyn, Leesha, Ella and Misha, none of them took me in
She saw the glow up and now she wanna roll in expensive whips
No, they can’t hold this dick
Cah’ you would of stayed down if life weren’t lit
I gotta flex but I block out the haters
I’m in a double r with the window tints
Play real, don’t pretend, you threw me in the deep end
She said take me off her subs, like oh she want to be friends
Fully in motion, please don’t get lost in the moment
Remember how my hearts so frozen
I don’t know how to show my emotions
Chorus
I got my brothers right or wrong and that’s regardless
It’s DTB, can’t trust no one because I’m heartless
It’s my life I’ll do what I want to hit my targets
I’ll cut you off ‘cah I stopped giving second chances
I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
Can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
It’s clear to see some people never change, change, change

Verse 2
I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
You broke my heart said we won’t last
And then you blamed it all on me
Like how’s that fair, bare man shelling off, I need true love, it’s rare
If you wasted time on someone
Putting his hands up in the air, I told bro come of the road
But he’d rather score more goals like ‘Salah’
And I’m cold with the pen like ‘Xhaka’
I rap on beats and it makes me bala
It’s 4am and I just can’t sleep and that’s cus’ I can’t find peace
So I grabbed me a pen and I wrote me a track
Cah that’s a word to my bro ‘JBee’
No, you can’t use me, I don’t use word bro loosely
If I got you, I can’t lose, my minds inside out like Toosii
Where you wanna go, let me know
Can’t leave without a coat that’s cah’ the streets too cold
My hearts on froze, it’s you that I want
Like no, says he wanna roll, let’s go
Chorus
I got my brothers right or wrong and that’s regardless
It’s DTB, can’t trust no one because I’m heartless
It’s my life I’ll do what I want to hit my targets
I’ll cut you off ‘cah I stopped giving second chances
I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
Can’t believe I let you make a fool of me
It’s clear to see some people never change, change, change

Outro
Adzmilli, I’m tryna make a million
Hm