Lifted - Mr. Lucci: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lifted

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Dirty South

Lifted was released on April 10, 2001 by Empire Recordings as a part of the album Diabolical

Song Details

AlbumDiabolical

Release DateApril 10, 2001

LabelEmpire Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mr. Lucci

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Emeli Sandé

Songwriter

Mustafa Omer

Songwriter

Shahid Khan

Songwriter

Harry Craze

Songwriter

Jonny Coffer

Songwriter

Hugo Francis Chegwin

Hugo Francis Chegwin

Songwriter

James Murray

Songwriter

Lyrics

See recongize my **** we pullin triggas & knockin em off

When a **** talkin the south

44's steady droppin em off

We makin sho that we ain't takin no loss

And for them **** who keep on comin across

They can't fade wit a **** I pause

The ass and leg arm and head

I rush a **** like a swarm of fed pencil whoopin til my palms is red

Place bombs in beds the bitch **** who gone be scared

Fuck the dumb shit I'm gone numb shit

In some red rum shit

Wit my crook ****

All these **** talkin nonsense while my drum click is unconcious

For now own many functions

When I get the punchin stopmin wigsplit slug hittin

In a rythum I ain't spittin and I ain't quittin betta get the gettin

Cuz I ain't kiddin

Im heatin like a mitten in every thing I'm dealin

Im sendin a message to hoes everytime the hoes come you get it crooked

You fuckin with a crook who be off the hook

And I dont believe you dont wanna watch me cook

Now gone take a look and freeze

Yeah I'm the **** that cheese

All up on the streets

Where you be I be in a matter of three lookin for beef

Blazin a b while I'm holdin my peeps

You betta call the priest

That I done siezed the lease

99 percent of each head **** I reach

When I sweep my d deep

Knockin out teeth

For releasing the beat

Now gone keep me off the leash

I make everybody say please including the police

I dropped my hinnisee you find it up on the beach

Been gone for four weeks dont wake him up he sleep

Another mystery performed by lucci

Chorus 2x:

**** we stay lifted

All yal **** in the bitch betta run from us

**** we stay twisted

All yal **** in the bitch wit them guns that bust

You **** can't hold us

All yal **** in the bitch betta duck and hide

Crook **** throw bouldas

All yal **** in the bitch who love to ride

This goes out to all my hoes knockin down doors

**** tried to fade a crook came up short

Playa let that be a lesson to you and a blessin to you

Don't you ever try that shit no mo

And restrain your ho because I refused the bitch

You betta come again and I'm gone smooth the tip

Guess you **** gotta get used to this

Comin around finna smother you ****

Like a fat bam boos ya bitch you all new to this

Now tell me what the hell was the front for

Matta fact I dont give a got damn fuck you

And the punk ass label that you out for

You **** never get a rap quote

Less known tryin test your minds with a crook playa right here

Test to find we the greatest out here

Close your mind we buckin **** in the ear

Playa we stay lifted leavin you **** this

And tryin to match a sound with us

Crook playas stay twisted laughin at ****

While blazin pounds of that purple stuff

They can't perb enuff ????? and we bout to bust

And let loose like a angry nut

So what you claim what I be the ****

With the banging touch see yall ****

Can't hang with us in such a waitin

I make a **** lay it down with a bolda spray

Got em duckin and dodgin tryin to find their way

And the rest of you **** be duckin the kay

Ain't no up in my face yal know I take offense to talk

Yal know you really pissin me off

You think youre big and all

But ur mind full of ????

Chorus 2x

Yal betta leave em alone

Before I get up in your dome and leave a motha fucka dead

Hit em with the touch of death

And make a motha fucka loose their breath

Now im gone in the wind work a damn 635

With my hand on the 45 pistol wood bumpin in the back smoke another sack

As I'm ready to attack with a hand grenade and try to blow out your back

Yall **** can't fuck with us we the ones

Who is dangerous we the ones with the platinum touch

We the **** who ain't scared to bust

So when the stones get set label us victorious

When I run up on your block yal **** betta run

Death and destruction bustin with the gun

Play stone crook till the world blew up dont give a fuck

If you want some come get some

I'm gone shoot til I kill ride til I die smoke another blunt cuz

I gotta get high beat a **** down in the parkin lot

We too pass th Glock before they call the cops

From the ones that will make you hot

From the bottom to the top put your body in a phase

From a crooked ass **** who ain't scared to bust

And put a bullet in your got damn face

I'm gone burn the place u gone get the gasoline

Burn everything into smitherines

Cuz I gotta get away with the pistol play and your hoes

Better hope I dont come you way I'm gone bash the place

Retalliated with a mind disgrace

Step if you dont wanna die take another look

Because you might get shook if you ain't ready to bust

Chorus 2x

Written by: Emeli Sandé, Harry Craze, Hugo Chegwin, James Murray, Jonny Coffer, Mustafa Omer, Professor Green, Shahid Khan

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