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rambo bars - spectacular diagnostics lyrics

[verse 1: conway the machine]
what’s up n*gga?
machine b*tch, look
hold up
shotty pup, bodies drop
broad day
f*ck who outside let everybody watch
might start robbing n*ggas, take everybody’s watch
watch, these n*ggas got’ respect me or they’re getting shot
i’m your favorite rapper’s nightmare
candyman, say my name on your records n*gga i’m right there
now they’re quite scared
knife slice through your windpipe there
leave your windpipe with a slight tear
got your blood on my yeezy, the orange stripe pair
i’m only here to apply pressure and strike fear
in the heart of these f*ck n*ggas, what’s up n*gga?
you already know you can’t f*ck with us
shooters with red rags on like rambo
get guns drumming ’til they’re out of ammo
wig shot, blow out your candle
hide a n*gga dead body right inside the [?]
hold up

[sample]
you headed north or south?
(north)
aw jump in
i’ll make sure you’re headed in the right direction
[verse 2: [?]]
ey yo it’s getting spooky for n*ggas
and you get smoked like a loose for n*ggas
but i’m cool
upper cut like ryu i’m still bucking at [?] foods
spending money and i’m wavier than typhoons
hit your b*tch from the side view
her p*ssy was sweeter than hi*chews
get popped through the drive*thru
your b*tch told me the ice cream machine was down
so i drove around and shot the manager, i panicked
i was famished so i went and got a chicken sandwich
dammit
then we spent out
back to the crib with the sh*g rug and pimp couch
i watched spongebob for six hours
the b*tch mad cause she say i made her miss power
i cussed her out with some lit sour
these shows don’t be on sh*t don’t miss ours
this a style from my fifth album
i’m on ten get your sh*t but b*tch
you can pop with his friends and them it depends how i’m feeling

[sample]
why are you pushing me?
(what did you say?)
i said why are you pushing me i haven’t done anything to you
(first of all i ask the questions)
[verse 3: [?]]
hey yo these new n*ggas i don’t understand them
i’m from the [?]
smack dvds an alternate breed
never could i be a trashy n*gga for figures
h*ll i figured being the realest the only route
puffing an ounce bumping down and out
thinking d*mn how did pam get the lambo?
a ghetto power with passion to say more
i upped the ticket on the art like say more
and now n*ggas pay me sh*t ain’t no places i can’t go
paid the dues with interest i’m on some g sh*t
i kept it humble throughout the travels
now i’m free from the shackles
this rapper sh*t i will tackle
put that on the power that we pay to our tabernacles
grind ’til i cop the castle
counting cash ain’t a hassle
me that leaves sixty to pass through sh*t
it’s quite apparent that i never panic
my n*ggas focused like they’re ford branded
from the hood to where its hot and sandy
sh*t
i pray i see the pearly gates before i hit the pearly gates
i can’t go out like i’m mase
dare a n*gga lay a hand on my sage
i ain’t having it
i earned my paper boy
might have caught me in atlanta fooling them
and it’s me and the coalition commission
all my n*ggas was president except for swisher and nixon
speaking of swisher let me get back into the twisting
and now we turn while you n*ggas listen
listen
[sample]
did he k!ll them all?
i could have told you
[?] the law
out here its me
don’t push it
don’t push it, i’ll give you a war you’ll pay for
let it go
let it go

- spectacular diagnostics lyrics

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