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Break Teeth
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Hip-Hop
Break Teeth was released on April 12, 2024 by Psycho+Logical-Records as a part of the album Break Teeth - Single
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Release DateApril 12, 2024
LabelPsycho+Logical-Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Necro
Necro
Performer
Big Twins
Big Twins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Braunstein
Ron Braunstein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Necro
Necro
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, the drama you got is fake rap beef
The shit I get into is catch you in the streets
And break teeth
Bring it to your peeps too
Anyone close to you can get a dose
You know how we do (What!?!)
You know we ill, but you still stepped so you got your grill wrecked
Put you in your place in a millisec
Instinctively within a blink I bring ya to the brink of ya death
Wring your neck
You'd better think before you drink too much, son
Those beer balls'll get you into a brawl you'll never recover from
I'm going all out until every one of you fall
With the gauge pump, G, dump you out
When I'm grumpy, lump you up- adrenaline rush
I got mentally tough from years of crews tryina jump me
Now I got my own clique; PLR
Rep it to the death, we're the ones that fucked you up
You know who we are
You don't want no beef, you not built like that
Fucking around'll get you killed like that
Don't get shit twisted, son, clap you with that biscuit, dunn
Pop you, rock you, chop you, duff you
You gon' feel it when we break teeth
(Big Twins!)
MAC-10 strapped, I never hesitate
When I hold in New York, that's how we regulate
I got my paper straight, know how to keep it stashed
Used to have a lot of fam but they all passed
Violate the team? Kick a **** ass
Just another day where the guns spray
Selling cocaine 'til my hair grey
Criminal lifestyle, we all in it
Infamous in the streets, dunn, you been finished
All kinda guns that you never seen, no bodies on it, everything clean
Leaving of the scene, what a bloody mess
Got hit a couple times but I wore a vest
Bring it to your chest when it's drama time, let the llama fly
Somebody' mama died
I gotta get away, I'm runnin' out of time
You don't want no beef, you not built like that
Fucking around'll get you killed like that
Don't get shit twisted, son, clap you with that biscuit, dunn
Pop you, rock you, chop you, duff you
You gon' feel it when we break teeth
Necro be on that Brooklyn bullshit
Big Twins on that Queens bullshit
But you? If you on some bullshit
We'll run up on you and let off a full clip!
Necro be on that Brooklyn bullshit
Big Twins on that Queens bullshit
But you? If you on some bullshit
We'll run up on you and let off a full clip!
Written by: Ron Braunstein
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