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lirik lagu giancana – reef the lost cauze

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[intro: reef the lost cauze]
woo
awww man, i been trying to tell you motherf*ckers for a long time who you f*ckin’ wit
but you still don’t listen
so i’m gonna tell you again
you f*ckin’ wit the chain sn*tchin’
black d*ckie suit wearin’
baby momma f*ckin’
ebt card swipin’
septa bus ridin’
grimiest mothaf*cka in the city of philadelphia
and i’m having a hard time keeping, these size thirteen doc martin’s from not going up yo mothaf*ckin’ ass boy
you better wisen up
yeah

[verse 1: reef the lost cauze]
these rappers looking like fat mice (nerds)
the cause is complex like american black life (yeah)
my family was destroyed by the cops and the crack pipes (facts)
the guns look clean ’til you hold up a blacklight, d*mn
my prints all on that (that’s my prints)
vodka had me wildin’, had to switch it to cognac
these n*ggas is born rats
they giving interviews like they was on drink champs or sitting with combat (jack)
r.i.p. to that man, he an icon
when they know my mic’s on, rappers sleep with the lights on (p*ssy)
every verse a fight song
that’s ’cause i got a whole gram of kush packed perfectly in an ice bong
totes mcgoats, i’m on some frat boy sh*t
tell a n*gga i’ll eat his family on some fat boy sh*t (i’m hungry)
and my hunger never waivers, when i was younger i would chase ya
now i’m at yo door, i’m the one that knocks
i’m the danger, it’s a banger
[chorus: reef the lost cauze]
yeah, my weed lit
my cup full
got that jawn on me
and i will pull
you don’t want no problems
i don’t want no bull
this that giancana
rakim, paid in full
yeah, my weed lit
yeah, my cup full
got that jawn on me
and i will pull
you don’t want no problems
i don’t want no bull
this that giancana
rakim, paid in full

[verse 2: reef the lost cauze]
tell these n*ggas they not close
my kids black and irish like chicken and pot roast (what up, ha ha)
corned beef and collard greens (that sh*t’s delicious)
the rhymes, at least, make ’em sick, they need dramamine
this is real life, it ain’t no time to breathe
this is real life, you can’t escape it with no kinda meme (it’s real life)
ain’t no kinda peace, when a n*gga fourteen
with a baby and his mothaf*ckin’ momma fiend (whatchu know about that?)
nah, he coming for yours
’cause it’s money in the ceiling
and it’s drugs in the floor (we want all that)
n*ggas keep asking me “what kinda car you drive? i know you paid!”
what i said is “you the feds, now get the f*ck out my face!” (f*ck out my face n*gga)
cauze! that name is synonymous with “don’t f*ck with og, that n*gga into all kinds a sh*t” (og crazy as sh*t!)
don’t make war, love, or promises
unless you stand by what comes for that and hope to honor it (real spit!)
[chorus: reef the lost cauze]
and yeah, my weed lit
yeah, my cup full
got that jawn on me
and i will pull
i don’t want no problems
you don’t want no bull
this that giancana
rakim, paid in full
yeah, my weed lit
yeah, my cup full
got that jawn on me
and i will pull
you don’t want no problems
i don’t want no bull
this that giancana
rakim, paid in full