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lirik lagu weapon x – 2nd generation wu

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[sample]
that’s my stunt

[verse: sun god]
huh
i’m back at it
know it’s wrong, i was serving this dope to rap addicts
it’s that wu sh*t, cutting them up like mathematics
yeah it’s f*cked up, i tighten em up like back spasm
tie that n*gga to the back of the truck, i might drag him
and despite all of this bullsh*t, fam i ain’t bragging
need to vacate, cause this jk don’t mean i’m laughing
what your n*gga said? “sh*t could get thicker than molasses”
you a b*tch that goes ot, tricking with your action
when they see me, they don’t know me, n*ggas need glasses
then i hit em with the “mhm”, why they breathe passion?
it’s a hook, i feed em all more battle bars than b*magic
we riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n*ggas stuck in the moment on some trap sh*t
purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh*t, they blowing up, just wait, the god show up with the matches
this sh*t gon’ get realer, out in muh*f*ckin’ staten
n*ggas saying i ain’t eating, so sh*t about to happen
n*ggas eating off my plate, i fed them n*ggas mad sh*t
cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can’t imagine
couple bad b*tches strolling around
cleopatras for that green
that hammer be poking out like a cactus
two things that bang to blow a n*gga backwards
ask them

haha
let’s get it up
whatever
can’t be

[verse 2: sun god]
lemme tell you why i spit this sh*t
i hit the stove till the pyrite turn blue like the 60s crip
cut em out, we gon’ get these chips, i dug em out
and you was on the mile while i pinched these bricks
a street sweeper when i lift these sticks
a drug abuser can’t throw no sh*t at my cup like “who slipped me this?”
yeah imma hide in cloud 9, don’t get me dipped
i get to moving like a bend to the wind, full throttle
imma pop another bottle, n*ggas counting my ends
all this money don’t amount to my fam, you a snitch
and a rat is only looking for cheese, i get you bit
twenty barrels that’ll buckle your knees, hit the strip
you a sour crack n*gga to me, cause you ain’t sh*t
and these dirty’s the only f*cking minerals that you get
get my drift when i step on these seams, these n*ggas dipped
rolling piffs, so get used to the gas because it’s lit
it’s guaranteed i got my foot in yo’ ass, cause you a b*tch
leave a print around your mouth my n*gga, cause you a b*tch
n*ggas call me “sunny don’t be a menace” cause i’m the sh*t
car cables, i’m the only thing jumping in this b*tch
with all this motherf*ckin’ money, money is getting spent
it’s no tricks, why these n*ggas be loving my old sh*t
get a whip, cause your b*tch be bugging, she drove sticks in the mix
cause these n*ggas be stealing my old sh*t
it’s sunny
[outro: sun god]
championship ring music
we up and jumping, man
the l*i to s*i*y, man
new york city, all day
bang em

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