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peter & paul - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd lyrics

[intro]
it’s the umbrella, b*tch
hold it, hold it, stop ’em here, stop ’em here
okay, benny blanco from the bronx
the chick steffie belongs to the club
now if i ever, i mean if i ever see you here again, you die, just like that
you’re over, man
you’re f*ckin’ in the history books, that’s what you are to me
so you might as well f*ckin’ k!ll me now, ’cause if i ever see you again, i swear to god, i’ma f*ckin’ k!ll you
ah f*ck
back away, get ’em out, take ’em out the back
yo

[chorus]
i keep my ear to the street so i hear stuff
howlin’ at the moon, money turned me to a werewolf
prada tennis shoe, the biggest stepper wouldn’t dare scuff
everybody cool, but on the internet, they feel tough
these ain’t corner*store shades, these is real buffs
nearly went insane when they threw me in them steel cuffs (i did)
the road to success filled with potholes and speed bumps
we seen how they scheme, bruv

[verse]
a bunch of silver*spoon n*ggas, make they upbringin’ seem tough
n*ggas wasn’t gun*swingin’, drug*slingin’, they was up
early mornin’ church*singin’, sunday school bible verse written
the pastor had your mama’ purse blingin’
good n*ggas try to please the hood for the worst reason
daddy was gangster, you just a product of cursed s*m*n
now your people gotta see your body in the he*rs* screamin’
that’s how god pull his make*believe demons
he was mami’s little angel, he died for my sins, so i can ride in the benz
my mind on revenge
it’s only so long that these fake guys can pretend
put some money on your head, every dime that i spent, i’m gettin’ paid back
for every time that i lent
it’s only one or two friends that’s down to ride ’til the end
never takin’ that for granted, in the field with my bro like eli and peyton mannin’
wearin’ leather marc buchanans
life’s a game of double dare, i’m never scared to spark the cannon
when the bullets start to fly, the toughest n*ggas start to panic (bow*bow*bow*bow*bow)
in the darkest sky, bring out the tools like mechanics
when it’s time to do a job, my n*ggas movin’ like hispanics
ayos mios, the rap game, i burned it, del rio
six gold chains when i go to see my po
even superman can die, don’t try to be a hero
we don’t do subliminals, i’m sendin’ out torpedoes (boom)
got a .45 full of flamin’*hot cheetos
have your partner pourin’ out tito’s
send you to the reaper for the cost of weird apartments in toledo
a gut shot’ll leave ’em in a fetal
ems arrivin’, all you hear is, “oh my god, we got a bleeder”
that’s what happens when you rob paul and never pay peter
the new pimp juice, i’m spillin’ game by the liter
don’t you know that i love you? in*a*gadda*da*vida
the black derek jeter, give you nothin’ but the hits
rappers knew they time was over but just couldn’t come to grips
all they hearts filled with venom like a cobra when it spit
we in a three*legged race and big umbrella run this sh*t
don’t forget your oven mitt, make it hot like mcdonald’s apple pie
this that new trap or die and they lovin’ it
diamond here and now i vow to never break the covenant
two middle fingers to the government (diamond)
[chorus]
i keep my ear to the street so i hear stuff
howlin’ at the moon, money turned me to a werewolf
prada tennis shoe, the biggest stepper wouldn’t dare scuff
everybody cool, but on the internet, they feel tough
these ain’t corner*store shades, these is real buffs
nearly went insane when they threw me in them steel cuffs
the road to success filled with potholes and speed bumps
we seen how they scheme, bruv, what the f*ck?

- mickey diamond big ghost ltd lyrics

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