Lyrics:
guette moi ça je crois qu'elle sont déjà chaude comme la braise
A.D.E.S. Gibson, Daft punk, Joey, Chandler
T'a capté la métaphore
C'est le duo de légende
Nightmares On 9th
Chorus
These times numb my eyelids
We tried drifting by it
Drugs, high
Empty pockets
Nightmares, nightmares x2
Verse 1
is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments children
And the streets smell
accolades
Can't deny it, I'm defying
New to hype and used to silence
Used to hide, lose the fight, now I'm future-writing
Getting stronger everyday, Daft Punk
of our lives
Eighteen now and filling our time with pop punk bands and things we despise
'Cause everything's fun with you by my side
We could be raising
Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're
folddddddd
Only Punks fall short of what they worth, gave God all controlllllll
I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas
Raising two by myself, with the help
more
Old alcoholic insecure punk
What you hit my momma for?
Now I got so many personalities
It's a shame
And since pressure can bust a pipe
I'm relieving
stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down 'cause of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
members finding out who I fucked
Now I gotta play it low, clean out my own truck
Said you feel it coming like weekend and daft punk
Turn off my comments
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin
Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin
Doin my part, company charts,
to hear, like, this one part I had in my head
Like, bro, you're gonna to get the fuck smacked out of you
I'm being deadass too, I'm not fucking playing with
to rush amps
with the jaws of a flatbull or rusty can
Partial Chorus
Verse Two: Dreddy Krueger
I be the Bushwick dutchmaster rapper
I love black
slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin' to wet'cha
Spread your body parts all over
to flip that switch, out come the punk rockstar
Like misfits, Noluuvj rockin' out with the slaw
This is part two of a night rager's saga
Blacked out during
Waitin' another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggas
And when they roll up and get out they ride
I'ma get out, you stay inside
And if you happen
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I hate why'all duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don't get it fucked up, and don't get shoooot
I'm a born killa
(chorus)(2x)
I'ma born killa
Born
Killa
"don't fuck with me"
My momma did her part
But it ain't her fault that I was born with out
Well they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'til break fluid sewage crippled up the get retarded nickle punks. Slowly cope, but swore
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
know bout this
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then
plans and do everything to make your skills expand”,
He replied again by email and I thought what the fuck, he’s missing on the detail like he’s straight
know bout this
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then
ya
Power to the people, love conquers all kill what's evil
1 ,2 3, I go by the name Dephree
Peace and Love that's how I rock
cnd you know that we
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