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The Seige
The Seige
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Christian Riley Taylor
Christian Riley Taylor
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Taz Conley
Taz Conley
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Christian Riley Taylor
Christian Riley Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Taz Conley
Taz Conley
Paroles/Composition

Paroles

Yeah man Mother fuckers talking about We miss Pac we miss Biggie We need that old hip-hop that good shit We don't like none of this new shit All that "if young metro don't trust you i'm gon' shoot you" Sometimes I lose my mind get a little ratchet Hoes want cash all they get is hard dick From that place where they move white bricks And the cops say say hi with a damn nightstick Broad day light and we still hit licks Rock 10 gold chains and you still ain't shit Sip a lil something bitch get a little lit Just might go M. Night Shamylan Split Bricka Bricka nigga this a stick up Sending shots hope you get the picture Bitches lying better switch the filter We know how you look Michael Jackson Thriller Link up Try to see that you need us You can't have good without evil Raise hell in the cathedral You don't know who to trust This a Game Of Thrones and i'm Little Finger Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Bad to the bad to the Bad to the bone Bitch better know that i'm heir to the throne Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everywhere I go they know i'm bad to the bone Yo Mother fuckers always want to talk about who on shit Who on top Who pooping shit who not It don't really fucking matter man I'm the mother fucking heir to the throne Y'all niggas aint shit man we here Open your mind You don't even notice the blood in your wine Run up your spouse Run up in your house and fucking redesign If men are monsters And God is the maker ain't he Frankenstein You do all that talking Them choppers start barking I bet you'll get lower than your credit line Mandem never been faithful All black clothes no racial Flow too cold that's glacial Man come for me that's fatal Bitch niggas act prenatal Everybody change like cable Man on the rise man everybody dies Wonder if they got racism on the other side Keep all that fuck shit away from me Why do you think you're the same as me Why do you rap like there's latency I just be waiting here patiently You know there ain't no escaping me You know we move like an agency Fuck it man somebody pray for me Fuck it man somebody pray for me Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Bad to the bad to the Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Everybody know that i'm bad to the bone Link up Slow it down Don't seize up When it goes down Ease up Put the phones down On the throne now With the gold crown Do it bruh For the hometown From the jail house to the playground From the graveyard to the state house Either get down, or you lay down Bad to the bone Bad to the bone Heir to the throne Hold up
Writer(s): Joseph Bedgood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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