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76
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76 wurde am 13. November 2012 von Marci Enterprises als Teil des Albums Reloaded veröffentlicht
Veröffentlicht13. November 2012
LabelMarci Enterprises
SpracheEnglish
BPM85
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

You know what I'm saying?
You know we got that talk, ****
Uh, know what I'm saying?
Let me get some of that...
Quadraports slide off through a time warp
Been getting money before dinosaur
Diamonds is on, llamas is worn
Write rhymes on island resorts
Dimes'll snort, some guys slide a line inside a Newport
Push a fly two-door like Too $hort
I'm just an artist with a TEC, hard as a baguette
Carve a **** head
You a meatball, get squeezed on
Your physical being turned to creamed corn
Slice a quarter for the order
Supporter, roll dice on the corner
Gats tucked, big cats to touch, I'm at the cusp
Couple of hundred racks on the rug
Young don, sons under the arm
He treat Lamborghini's like bumper cars
Got scars, chains around the neck like scarves
Your limbs hang out of thread like yarn
I'm the next big thing
Chicken heads cling to bed spring kings
Run the ring, my head is on the top of the pyramid
Pictures of me and all my affiliates
We lit Phillies like idiots
Kill the lineage, let 'em know what it really is
**** is penniless with skinny ribs
I fire semis at too many wigs
I'm feeling like Billy the Kid, skinny B.I.G
You literally live as a guinea pig
If the Timbs ain't on deck, you know the Pennys is
Your fingers still penny pinch
You make me pull a mac-milli out the Fendi trench
In any event
Hold a twelve gauge that's heavy as shit
For every clip we let steadily rip
Push your afro back to '76
Mothafucka
Word up
Any good year, baby
Those some great years, man
'75, '76
You know what I'm saying?
'77 On through the 80s
You know what I'm saying?
Word, man
Seen a lot, ****
Word up
**** got the greatest of shit
Huh, **** is petty, legendary
All of my enemies are dead and buried
I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle
Burn holes in your belly like Henny
Bet he turn up dead like Freddy
For owing **** fetty, you get cut with the machete
Lift you up, prick with the Desi
Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy
Your bitch get fucked missionary, visionary
I bust shots out the tinted M, daddy
Ghetto poet, four up in the rodent
Look bloated, you shouldn't have gloated, I unload it
I was molded to stand up when other **** folded
Your spirit out your body just floated
Word to my son, I'll murder a bum
Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum
Your future look glum, heard I feel none, I'm numb
With guns bang on you like steel drum
Spill blood, plus sweat
Before I lift the iron up, stretch
Clutch the TEC, bust 'til you wet, heads rubberneck
Like damn, what a fucking mess
Who wan' come test? The unimpressed
Make you undress to eat food like I'm underfed
Dump at the Feds like I wanted dead
With one in the head, don't let it be left unsaid
Huh, wanted dead, with one in the head
Don't let it be left unsaid, ****
Word up, don't forget that, baby
Marz, ****
Listen to that little wheel of fortune click and
Turn into place when you ease back the hammer
Feeling that metal get warm against your skin
Wondering what it's gonna be like to feel your
Brains blown out through the side of your head
Wondering what comes after, if anything, or black
Wondering if you're gonna scream
Written by: Rahkeim Calief Meyer

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