Shooting at the Dance Hall
Rome Streetz, DJ Muggs
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All the real badman dem' step forward We are gonna smash it Put, put up your hand in the air (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, what the f*ck) Put, put up your hand in the air (Yeah! Yeah) Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, yeah, yeah, check) Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, ayo) Play dirty after hours round cutties Where they snortin' shit (Yeah) Now my sound buzzin' round offices Live from New York where crimies'll clap The pork off a officer (Uh, uh, uh) Sad that the one to betray you Is who you often trust you lost in lust Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah) You light cruiser weight Fifty-twos bust through your facе No surprise Tell by your vibe that you was fakе But those guys I don't coincide, I move away (F*ck outta here) Do what you do but you can't F*ck with nothing I do display I'm still gettin ill Breakin' necks in the Kumite (Uh, huh) Now I upgraded The greatest with a newer wave Muggs threw the uzi and said "come through and spray" (Brr) The whole crowd All you see is bodies and a smoke cloud I been killin' shit That's why the flow so foul Went from prisoner to popular Your hoe know now (Aha) You got to run a profit up It's lookin oh so wild You fools got over with a so-so style That shit is over now (Niggas fake) I'll lap you three times, bow down Salute the golden child ayo, check To be draped in gold Livin' like a king that be my destiny (Aha) With pretty bitches in my Section caressin' me pleasantly (Yeah) I been half finessin' you niggas Can never mess with me (Never) I flex like brolic biceps Been had the recipe Every time I'm on the set It's rest in piece f*ck rest I'd rather catch OD rec until I get the feast (Ka ching) Only fucking with robbers Never respect a thief Didn't listen to the preacher preach I was in the street Didn't understand how they could kill A man until I seen Blood and brains splattered on the scene Not a TV screen (Nah) Follow nothing, make my own way Nobody leading me body after body Bitch I lead the league easily (Yeah) They worship Rome Streetz like he a deity (Uhu) still the flow is oh so ghetto Like Jay Z in D&D (Wow) All my rhymes like TNT I'm taking a title slapping ya idol Then I slide in my CDGs Pumpin' that poisonous product like BDP Every other day I need to re (Brapp) Put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo) Put, put up your hand in the air Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo) Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo) Put, put up your hand in the air Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo) Put, put up your hand in the air Assassins
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