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athena - igres lyrics

[verse 1: mistermeanor]
oh sh*t, here i come, droppin’ them bombs full of that redrum
creepin’ up on a n*gga with that motherf*ckin’ shotgun
player hatin’ n*ggas call me clean, ’cause it makes me mad
that’s why every night i make some trick stare into the mask
i’m from the north, so, n*gga, claim your motherf*ckin’ set
if you ain’t from the north, then i’ma break your f*ckin’ neck in half
as i laugh, from the motherf*ckin’ gun blast
prepare to meet your maker in that motherf*ckin’ body bag

[verse 2: z*dogg]
them hilltop n*ggas ain’t sh*t to be f*cked with
we stickin’ and stabbin’ you b*tches and makin’ hoes real quick
we on the block, we sellin’ that weed
wе chiefin’ quarter pounds, so stand your ground
player hatin’ n*ggas don’t comе around
them hilltop n*ggas don’t f*ck with you player haters
we sportin’ them gators and makin’ that sh*t get greater later
we tote non stop, we sportin’ them locs
big boy blunts we smoke
we on the track, we sellin’ that crack, keepin’ our pockets fat
z*dogg’s in the house, i’m kickin’ it with the gimisum
we make you numb, my n*gga redrum got that tommy gun
the hilltop cl!ck is in this b*tch, we leave you in a ditch
i’m like lil’ debo, i’ll smack you like a punk*ass b*tch
[verse 3: mistermeanor]
oh sh*t, here i come, droppin’ them bombs full of that redrum
creepin’ up on a n*gga with that motherf*ckin’ shotgun
player hatin’ n*ggas call me clean, ’cause it makes me mad
that’s why every night i make some trick stare into the mask
i’m from the north, so, n*gga, claim your motherf*ckin’ set
if you ain’t from the north, then i’ma break your f*ckin’ neck in half
as i laugh, from the motherf*ckin’ gun blast
prepare to meet your maker in that motherf*ckin’ body bag

[verse 4: z*dogg]
them hilltop n*ggas ain’t sh*t to be f*cked with
we stickin’ and stabbin’ you b*tches and makin’ hoes real quick
we on the block, we sellin’ that weed
we chiefin’ quarter pounds, so stand your ground
player hatin’ n*ggas don’t come around
them hilltop n*ggas don’t f*ck with you player haters
we sportin’ them gators and makin’ that sh*t get greater later
we tote non stop, we sportin’ them locs
big boy blunts we smoke
we on the track, we sellin’ that crack, keepin’ our pockets fat

[verse 5: ak]
im that ak, that real n*gga, steppin’ into your front door
strapped with the 9mm, c*cked back, just in case i got to drop a ho
load up the nine with the hollow tips
sixteen*round pistol, extra clip
called up the k!llers from the gimisum
if you try to run, we’ll toss them bombs
ready to k!ll, that’s on my mind, step on up, you’re next in line
8*7*4 step up, let’s go, load up the tec*9, drop to the floor
runnin’ through the crowd, shootin’ thangs in the air
holdin’ up my forks, i ain’t smokin’ on a square, aka, speakin’ loud and clear
look in my eyes, you’ll see no fear
[verse 6: big hill & lil debo]
my hood is rough and tough
we whoopin’ mcgruff, the crime dog’s ass
so f*ck a mask, if you cross me, n*gga
i’m ready to blast, when i see your face
i’m buckin’, no duckin’, buckshots they rushin’ hot
talk your ass off, we gon’ blow your ass off

[outro: big hill & lil debo]
the beatin’ never stops
who’s snappin’? who’s not?
talk your ass off, we gon’ blow your ass off
the beatin’ never stops
who’s snappin’? who’s not?
talk your ass off, we gon’ blow your ass off
the beatin’ never stops
who’s snappin’? who’s not?
talk your ass off, we gon’ blow your ass off
the beatin’ never stops
who’s snappin’? who’s not?
talk your ass off, we gon’ blow your ass off

- igres lyrics

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