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lirik lagu family day – gov mattic

[intro: pacewon]
yo, yo, yo yo yo, outsidaz
yo, brick mob, pacewon
ppp packs, yo, yo

[verse 1: pacewon]
i’ll be like give me that uh (uh, uh), stop the talkin’
pace’ll kick raps till i make a fortune (fortune)
sound eerie like an organ
pace’ll kick raps till i make a fortune
good like raw weed, got a 12 gauge pump
we’re coached in the football team, pace won
me grow weed, it’s like chinese farmers
twins [?] the hand like siamese toddlers
vampires bite this tightness
i’ll be wildin’ on n*ggas that’s soft like tits
like to squeeze ’em, make your boy dance
pace’ll keep you warm like corduroy pants

[verse 2: roz]
yo, my crew cause melees
swellin’ the mc’s, blowin’ up like israelis
burn trees on the daily
ready for war, on deck like the inspector
and bet yours i won’t slip even on wet floors
we five [?], damsel with the pearl handle
heard ppp, suddenly your show cancelled
ruckus bringer, uppin’ my middle finger
puffin’ dimes, stackin’ my cheddar like jenga
i’m risky business, it’s r.o.z. to the finish
’97, makin’ wack b*tches diminish
[verse 3: redman]
before i let off, i might just cough like cess tickle
those who act fickle can get my t*st*cl*s
i cripple like cancer, move and sl!ck like dancers
in battles, i spot you 10 points like black panthers
my anthem in rap, i’ll leave a tantrum to the brat
i’ll leave you laid out flat with sticky hickeys on your back, black
i’m new and improved like detergent, tighter than dead virgins
i’m workin’ on your last nerves on purpose
speak your peace, so i can break it down to pieces
and move through streets, floatin’, usin’ weed*telekinesis
geezers show me love like i’m jesus
i stage [?] breezes and spit on more n*ggas like flu seasons

[verse 4]
a*yo, ay heated man, a*yo i heard that he’s a friend of…
yo f*ck them n*ggas i get in they ass like a enema [?]
come with my tribe, outsidaz, brick mob
ppp, def squad, [?] gets daughters and slaughter
n*ggas ain’t ready for this, could [?] and take over
you fakers too late for your ricky late night global
we bomb first, my rhyme bursts like [?] machiavelli
so you can get my message my n*gga like mel melle

[interlude]
and now, what you’ve been waitin’ for?
straight outta the bricks, north new jersey
the rugged underground, newark terror
[?]
[verse 5]
brothas on my jock ’cause i hold my nine sideways
i get biz when i’m live on stage like roxanne shanté
get the nuts like squirrels do
i bust nuts that f*ck up sheets like jhery curls do
i chill out like chuck with two nice spliffs
i’m cool like chip with judy out with two ice picks
make a hard n*ggas follow jesus
my gat leave your ass with patches like [?] sneakers

[verse 6]
hol up hol up hol up
do chin chin ups and clippin’, gettin’ swole up
i’m sl!cker than manzola
when it comes to rippin’ tracks
i blast like 6000 maniacs then throw up
broke up particles from the blocks that i sowed up
your crew smoke dust, i got the rush for you to roll up
it’ll leave your brains hangin’ fo’ another year and 4 months
i woke up next to this honey b*tch that i stroked up
she said she was on oprah for bein’ too coked up
roll the dutch while i shift with the [?]
cover up’s swore my turn headed clutch
plus when i die i want water in my mouth burnin’
with my d*ck out while krs*one preachin’ the servant
[verse 7: young zee]
[?] workin’ on the posse for fun
for any b*tch n*gga that’s too scared to shoot me the one
i’ll be in a car crash, bein’ [?] and have amnesia
still eat yo clique, just let my n*ggas hold me up
(ahaha yeah) you make me laugh like hyenas or a high beavers
i’ll f*ck your divas on the bleaches
n*ggas can try till they break their bones
zeexcalibur come and pull a mic outta the stone
your sh*t corny and [?] like johnny
your whole clique rockin’ but you n*ggas rewind me
i smoke reefer man, my cousin f*cked moisha
we bought a fake 45 and hold your street up
drive forklifts on any n*gga that talk sh*t
you weren’t watchin’ my colleague get 8 like [?]

[verse 8]
yeah, hold this like nucleous, scooby n*ggas is borin’
i got the funk like doobiest plus i’m sh*ttin’ on ’em
punk, my funk cause nose bleeds off o.e
your whole team is played out like two tone jeans
you get wetted in my section
i spit in your face like aerobics at 711
now let me light this philly for [?]
and spin my revolvers around my trigger fingers
like billy the kid, yeah

- gov mattic

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