Lyrics:
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
E3 Smoke nigga
Y’all know how I’m livin’, I be slidin’
(Never naked)
No blood, no crippin’, from the island
(De la isla)
Ya block, I go spinnin’,
getting hit by a blonde dike
Traplife selling to survive fck what they say
They ain't worried about my stomach or my airplay
Cold blood ain't no ending
Morbius, the best movie ever made (yuh, yuh)
The mic calls
Now I'm here to raise the stakes (yuh, yuh)
Blood doctor
But you don't wanna come test
cannot simp or take paycuts
Fresh as I be in my taper
Loaded hammer keep me anxious
One in the chamber for haters
3 point 5 rolled
Extendo spliffs
the blood in my hood
No way they’d stop
The blood in my hood
No way they stop, No way …
[VERSE 3]
Now, I’m on the roll
Greatness is my goal
Haters stare
I got one too
I kill you on my three-four, imagine my one-two
Listen homie, I'm the homie that'll kill you at home
They call me hallway holiday,
DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my
whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Jealous ass niggaz can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me
I just wanted you to know
That I feel
I feel so low
I never meant this to happen to you
The blood upon the floor
The broken and splintered door
stopped you is it looked like you were taking a pee over there by that tree, looks to me like public indecency”
“No officer, I was getting a blowjob from
next turn
Did I never tell you?
Another day, identical life
We hammer, beat, quench in heat
Confined to shade in their paradise
Three-six-five without
33 Inches you can call me Scotty
Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing
No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear
Focus on money ain't
the car keys in it
I'm getting out
Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
This is marriage cuz ('cause)
They put two Crips in the ring
But for B, Blood is gonna pour
The hood real, they would
(wood) kill, no term might
But I ain't cuffing it, real niggas never run from it
If I see you in the streets you bet not call me by my government
I keep it close like I'm Luka
3 (Edge)
[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone
a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
Wanna come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They
a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
want to come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They
on your block
Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop
What blood clot? means no money, no honey
And that's what
the cold of the winter night
We are blinded by the blood of our enemies
And once together we rise
Strong is the blow of the hammers
Smashing their lines
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
somebody tryna cross then
Flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call OV nigga, that means its over
(Lord Infamous)
Fuck with this super thug
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