Lyrics:
gotten a record of it like napalm
Had a hoodie on, just like Trayvon
Made you strip, not cuts from bacon
Went ham, still not referring to bacon
Reminisce
Submit to grind, all will be revealed
Carcass, Repulsion, and Napalm Death
Their records start playing, you become short of breath
Whips, chains,
For my brothers that passed away
My niggas that died
And for the homies losing hope
God give him a sign
Napalm
When my hand touch the record
Shit
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the fire
Then cover me in Napalm
A couple
A couple songs on this record I was writing for desire
Furnace freezing over man I feel like such a liar
Hard
collection I ain't here to listen to you niggas rapping
I'm here for your necklace
Napalm time to shine
Matter of fact give me them watches too The time is
the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
You think it's all fun and games
You fuck with napalm you want the flames
Mess with a bull you get the horns
It's one in the same
We hunting
You game
his opinion
Next thing you know, the record was spinning
That was a good look
It set the coast on fire
Niggas in Garden projects presents Watts Riot
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
a beat, give me a stage to stand on
I know that none y'all ever planned on
A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way
Have his record go gold, with no
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
But I hear what they be doing, they ain't with the shit
They drop a track it's like
Making records Ripley's, why they move so iffy
We solid and they flimsy, hustle like its Nipsey
Bout to run the city, they not rolling with me
Bout to roll
talking about)
Positive contact
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait, wait a minute)
Positive contact
(Even if the record skips, I still rip)
Now I
talking about)
Positive contact
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait, wait a minute)
Positive contact
(Even if the record skips, I still rip)
Now I
race, like I'm runnin' on my hands
A dance marathon on my napalms and
Drop mine's first so that they bombs can't
and glocks, lasers, missles beat rocks,
and they got tecs like Draymond
Chef like Raekwon
In the kitchen with napalm flame shit
Bad bitch with me gettin' her slay on
Let me in this bitch I'ma stay
a bigger nigga
Duh, I'm a snub nose, I'm way above those
I got beef and I sit 'til the club closed
lights come on, I'm bombin
Viet-Nam-em, Napalm-em, AK
contact
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Positive contact
Even if the record skips, I still rip
Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
My
cos I'm that lyricist
Plus, I'm that Nigga with 3 records set
That's held up in the Guinness book
But people fail to mention this on the internet
But if
on the records
All my tracks come Eazy E for the record
Boyz n da Hood for me was my fucking record
When I drop thats heat its best to check the weather
Weather
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