ZipGuns (feat. Wisemen)

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Bronze Nazareth

Bronze Nazareth (born Justin Cross in Grand Rapids, Michigan) is a Hip-Hop music producer and emcee associated with the Wu-Tang Clan. He is, along with Cilvaringz, part of the new generation of producers to carry on the Wu-Tang sound as a Wu-Element. He has a solo career as an emcee and is also a part of the hip-hop group Wisemen along with his brother Kevlaar 7. more »

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Watch me guide like the Moon while I move with a purpose
Pulling up to the curb still giving 'em service
Niggas is nervous
Swerving while they tremble and shake
Times valuable Movado money to make
Rewind It Back to the Future fresh J's in a Box
Ball Fades, black sisters wearing shells on they locks
Nowadays niggas shoot they don't know how to box
Cheat they man for a gram now the Corners is hot
It's all hate-motivated from the slightest mistake
Play tough for the cameras behind the scenes turn Jake
Niggas is snake's, hear the poison all in they rattle
Artificial like they chain niggas turn into battle
Finger f*ck hoes disrespectful step on your toes
Almost spazzed out had to thank God I was blowed
Never choking only when I'm puffing the Dutch
And if it ain't that purple shit I ain't coughing as much
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath
Brown Bag stash boiling in my veins
Stress in the crosshairs keep steady and aim
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath
Brown Bag stash boiling in my veins
Stress in the crosshairs keep steady and aim
The Taurus M85 ultralight
Halt ya plight, this is grimace wars
Niggas get floored, I abscond and break gravity law
Alligator jaw elevated airbus flammable thoughts
Weed ash on the coat tail
Pussy low fare, smell like Fishscale
Bleed with rotten oil dish trail
Free to finda hot blade in ya wig line
ATF search the alpines for lost minds
Malnutritioned black Christian
Wishing for a God in the sky whose into listening
But a slice of that Devils Pie aroma lingering
I'm Fingering this trigger guard
Surrounded by blunts like they prison bars
Fiends got it tight like Islam Cigars
Peace to Prison guards
I’ll see you soon if I’m not given these regards
Splash blistering biscuit baths, for this, that, and the Lard
Cause shit is drastic, my latitude sermon wouldn't never get heard
Preachers they speak they lungs out, emphysemic from the word
Got minister Watson plottin' to send hot ones to the herd
Blocks burn, rocks placed in dickies by detective Burns
Do a strecht the grade is an F, always tried to learn
Though the corners hot like fondue strawberry, and bitches perms
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath
Brown Bag stash boiling in my veins
Stress in the crosshairs keep steady and aim
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath
Brown Bag stash boiling in my veins
Stress in the crosshairs keep steady and aim
Sounds of Street medal ease, cook like recipes
Daily News proved that the evil Shall Perish
In the land of the famished
Blow shots niggas drop
Headshots closed casket came at the hands of his bitch
Get rich at the sight of money
Made her sticky like honey
Nigga pulled niggas move like dummies
Mal division pumped in amphetamines
Like the Listerine
9 M's came with her Timbs
Gunsmoke guts Remington clutched
Ravished the caddy truck The Thirst for the bucks
Ladies crowded his Mercedes welcome to Babylon Hades
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath

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