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lirik lagu 069 2 – smylez

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[produced by smylez]

[tag: lil jojo]
smylez on the beat, man
tell that f-ck boy catch up!

[chorus: smylez]
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
doing all this dissing, but won’t link up, yeah, yeah?
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
jojo world gon’ tear the f-ckin’ streets up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up

[verse 1: j mfkn real]
069, better acknowledge it
we got n-ggas, they staring, astonishing
f-ck cliquing up, don’t need no partnerships
wartime, pull up, shoot like stojaković
b-tch, i be gettin’ paid, i be gettin’ laid
after that, hoes, they be dishin’ out compliments
i just be ridin’, i just be rollin’
boy, i keep glizzies on me, i be totin’
shoot that b-tch once and i leave your -ss open
red beam on that b-tch, that sh-t keep me focused
n-ggas be talking ’bout sh-t they ain’t knowin’
pull up, my block – know my n-ggas ain’t goin’

[verse 2: p. rico]
f-ck your homie and the clique you claim
i never said sh-t when the police came
the cloth i’m from, we don’t play them games
we the real no lackin’s and the real insanes
ridin’ ’round the—
ridin’ ’round the—
ridin’ ’round the city, i be switchin’ them lanes
i be gettin’ to the money, give a f-ck about the fame
been the same n-gga everywhere i go
i ain’t never been scared to walk alone with my pole
remember back then, posted up with jojo
and he the nine on him while i had the four-o
been bdk since 10 years
and i lost aiki, man, this world so cold

[chorus: smylez]
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
jojo world gon’ tear the f-ckin’ streets up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up

[verse 3: smylez]
we got mo’ mops than a janitor
night vision on the scope like i’m predator
we stay strapped up, strapped like a wrestler
all my tarantulas blow him to canada
n-ggas different up in person than camera
in the robe, we threw n-ggas off banisters
strokin’ your b-tch, you don’t know how to handle her
do it for squad like i’m captain america
we baggin’ n-ggas like a grocer
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til it’s over
they gon’ let us in the game, but we gon’
beat that b-tch with that controller

[verse 4: 069 dez]
when it’s time to drill, ain’t no freezing up
pipe a n-gga, dream about it, now, my team is up
we be beamer’ed up
what the dreamer for?
three or four sticks ridin’ in the beamer truck
that’s a boss move
couple bands on your head, now, they miss you
nean-thing bless a p-ssy n-gga, hachoo
hit a n-gga, get away, that’s how squad move
.40 with a 30, n-gga, know how squad do
i can’t see without my i, those squad rules (insane)
and we all got poles ’cause we all shooters
if ain’t n0body got my back, i bet squad do
and you know i’m gon’ move when the squad move

[chorus: smylez]
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
jojo world gon’ tear the f-ckin’ streets up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up

[verse 5: k!lla kellz]
they steady sneak dissin’
and they know d-mn well they ain’t blew sh-t
all my n-ggas tote ratchets and you know we ’bout that action
all we do is ride up and lil boo sh-t
n-ggas claim that they hitters
every time they see k!lla, n-ggas bring up that “used to be cool” sh-t
i’ma slide through steve drive and let bullets fly
turn washington park ‘to a pool pit
these n-ggas want war with me?
last time i checked, we up three
ask chino, ask l’a
ask that strapped up n-gga, nuski (let’s get it!)
600 breeze better be ease ‘fore i reunite his -ss with lil steve
o block kept dissin’ jojo, so i went and p-ssed on the grave of odee
just ’cause we stopped puttin’ poles in videos, don’t mean that we ran out of guns
hit a n-gga block with the beams out
make a n-gga scream out, “run, run, run!”
just talked to bro in the county
got rondo sleepin’ under bunks
cdai b-tch -ss in p.c
and d. rose keep gettin’ jumped

[chorus: smylez]
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
jojo world gon’ tear the f-ckin’ streets up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up

[verse 6: king dre]
i came a long way, i ain’t even gon’ front
started from the back, worked my way to the front
jumped off the porch when i was 13
i had the .44, devin had the nean-thing
now, i’m ballin’, lil b-tch, i deserve me a ring
the sh-t that i did it belong in a dream
n-ggas say they drillin’ need to quit that
’cause they ain’t with that
four nickel knock a wig back
ride over here, you ain’t ridin’ away
shots fired, swear a n-gga dyin’ today
jojo gang, b-tch, we throw them i’s in your face
069, b-tch, on the nine where we stay

[verse 7: ar piff]
069, b-tch, ’til the world blow
i lost j.j., i lost jojo
i lost aiki, i lost real n-ggas
to the courtroom, but we still glo
f-ck a opp, n-gga, i drop n-ggas
and the feds watching, we gon’ still blow
if you ain’t squad or gang, n-gga
f-ck the other side, b-tch, we on go-mode
if i catch a n-gga lacking, i’ma bail out and whack ’em
and i don’t need no help, i ride solo
and i’m ridin’ with my n-ggas to the motherf-ckin’ end
i’s up, b-tch, i’m smokin’ on polo

[verse 8: 069 molly]
we make a n-gga freeze in the summertime
get to drillin’ ’round this b-tch, call us drum line
don’t come to 67th, that’s the gun line (deadline)
bullets make a n-gga dance, call it hammer time
make your b-tch fall in love with the d down
when we pull up, n-ggas better get down
make a whip go zero to a hundred
red tape, yellow tape, man down
remember in the road by the school?
we used to chase n-ggas to the red line
smokin’ on a whole lot of dead guys
sneakin’ through the cut, that’s a dead guy

[chorus: smylez]
so you n-ggas really want that t-up, yeah?
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
jojo world gon’ tear the f-ckin’ streets up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
stop that f-cking dodging, time to see us, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
when it’s time to drill, they f-ckin’ freeze up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up