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from mia to ny - cuban link lyrics

[intro: d*cell & cuban link]
this is what it sounds like when them slugs fly
d*cell, f*ckin’ with my n*gga cuban link
m.o.b., clk, marked for life, see your squad
let’s ride out on these n*ggas, dawg

[chorus: d*cell & cuban link]
from mia to ny (we ogs)
own these streets where many men die (we c*ck and squeeze)
and we known to make them things fly (so n*gga, please)
leave you curled up like a french fry, we ain’t letting him slide

[verse 1: d*cell]
don’t f*ck with these b*tch*made n*ggas who booted blood
i run with my get*paid n*ggas, weekly and month
i’m hungry now, f*ck that, no starvin’, b*tch
so don’t come at d*cell on that harvard sh*t
i scar your clique but really though, this ain’t that song
your homeboy say you p*ssy, dawg, you can’t be wrong
but long like a thong, i’m strong like a target’s night
and no, i ain’t signed yet, b*tch, i’m marked for life
it’s hard to write, y’all never that, it’s hard to stop
and with a thinner flathead, ain’t nothin’ hard to c*ck
my cars is ace of spades from the bottom of the deck
you be the king of the club, i be the father of my tec*9
quicker than a jet climb, i’m the ultimate heist
more brutal than a cage match with ultimate fights
i’m gully and height but laid back like snoop on hydro
i love a white woman, i just can’t stand five*o
new york to miami, got a family of goons
and you can smell my real n*ggas when we step in the room
my syndicate squad, real g’s who hit real hard
so don’t get stressin’, you a dealer ’cause you flip these cards
[chorus: d*cell & cuban link]
from mia to ny (we ogs)
own these streets where many men die (we c*ck and squeeze)
and we known to make them things fly (so n*gga, please)
leave you curled up like a french fry, we ain’t letting him slide
from mia to ny (we ogs)
own these streets where many men die (we c*ck and squeeze)
and we known to make them things fly (so n*gga, please)
leave you curled up like a french fry, we ain’t letting him slide

[interlude: cuban link]
we ain’t letting him slide
n*gga, ain’t no more free passes around here
ya heard? give me five minutes, motherf*cker
matter fact, it’s too late for that sh*t

[verse 2: cuban link]
allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is c (cuba)
new to the b*a, straight out the pjs, reppin’ the m.o.b. way
motherf*ck what he say, n*gga, this is how we play
don’t make me relay that message to your dj
beef, f*ck a piece sake, poppin’ open the briefcase
c*ckin’, loadin’ the .38, c*ck and smoke ’em like freebase
i bring the heatwave, it doesn’t pay to be brave
you still in pre*k, n*gga, can’t even pee straight
nothin’ but a cliche, on my d*i*c*k
your runs are pre*paid, buyin’ them off of e*bay
you hot like bk, n*gga, it’s what the streets say
the ghetto gangsta hangin’ out with the d*a
cowards are more like chihuahuas, actin’ like they pitbulls
i pity the fool ’cause he spits bulls, pitiful
give him a rude awakening like rick rude
pistols, missiles, this dude’s fish food
youse a b*tch too, n*gga, you was never hard
you should’ve never started, i’ma tear your head apart
you got better odds, gettin’ with ten bodyguards
hundred guns, hundred clips, rollin’ in them armored cars
[chorus: d*cell & cuban link]
from mia to ny (we ogs)
own these streets where many men die (we c*ck and squeeze)
and we known to make them things fly (so n*gga, please)
leave you curled up like a french fry, we ain’t letting him slide
from mia to ny (we ogs)
own these streets where many men die (we c*ck and squeeze)
and we known to make them things fly (so n*gga, please)
leave you curled up like a french fry, we ain’t letting him slide

[outro: cuban link]
yeah, snowpack, where you at?
d*cell, my n*gga level
syndicate

- cuban link lyrics

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