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lirik lagu reality… (killing every nigga) – black moon

“bundy shut your f-cking -ss… (yo man we just recorded that!)”

[buckshot]
yeah…the f-ck

look inside of the mind and see
original heads check 1, 2, 3
light em up, hawaiian cess bless my mind
now i kick rhyme
for the nickel nine
take a sip a wine
but e&j make a n-gg- laid
figure i stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day
i represent the original head
killing the original dead
boo yaa! that’s my n-gg- dred
blowing the spot, blaaw!!!
f-ck a philly, five got the dutch, buckshot got the colin powell
check my dialect from my diaphragm
you got your nine by your waistline and
me and my n-gg-s don’t give a d-mn
we got the bucktown boot camp att-tude kill a man
timberland make me general
roughneck wild
big em up now
bob marley style
cheek & chong style
like the bongstyle
that’s light at night puffin’ the l by the grip and now
i smoke so much li i hallucinate
ill visions in my head
everybody must dead

[chorus: x4]
killing every n-gg- in sight
killing every n-gg- in sight
killing every n-gg- in…

i wake up in the morning..(we puff li)
i wake up in the evening…(we puff li)
check the blahzay blah
i’m feeling the rhyme from the rhythm and the soul
i pack a 20 sack and watch a n-gg- fold
don’t you hate n-gg-s who make records for b-tches
it’s all about the blunts
f-ck them stunts
now, what ya want is what ya get
like biggety b-tch bend over blow me
so i can feel the breeze
giving my enemies time to recollect on the past
when i bust that -ss base to ya check
figure i get bigger when i lose my beeper
knock the head
plus knock the dred
all body dead
we be i and i be we cause we be family
buckshot, five ft and evil dee
t to the r-e-v and the m to the e-e-c-h-e
all my n-gg-s in the place to be
can i get an amen?…(amen!) c-d-b

[chorus]

i like the night, if you like the night
i like the night
b-tch-ss n-gg-s take flight
you want your gun i got your millimeter
i eat a sucka duckity smoke blunts by the centimeter
right to way to serve the n-gg- on the curb
i love my n-gg-s so my n-gg-s puff herb
now my n-gg-s throw ya blunts in the air like this…(like this)
original crooks never get dissed
if we get dissed
n-gg-s get that to the back
five where he at?…(right here!)
another mission to be dissing
now who do i be dissing b-tches
god, f-ck the intermission
it’s about killing the n-gg-
the one playing the bigger
the one playing the sucka ducks with my trigger
feel the buck coming on in the set
some barley on the wreck
f-ck it, time to break a neck

[chorus]

- black moon

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