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lirik lagu crucifix ’21 – tommy wit da tone

lyrics:

t to the o to the double m y, to the t to the o to the n to the e
now what you motherf*ckers gotta say about me
none of y’all can step up to a real mc
talking out your ass will get you shot
you tried to hide that running mouth, but b*tch i found yo spot
buster lemon suckerzs talking like they run the block
your ass was slipping, and by me you were caught
always player hating, buster b*tches so frustrating
homicide i’m advocating, tommy get to regulating
on these little f*cking hoes who be running they lip
whip ya ass up like a banana split
and like tommy wright tired of the bullsh*t
if wanna step to me you won’t make it
i’ma burn your house down and your crucifix
you f*cking with that real raw, mane, triple 6
now get your ass down right on the f*cking floor
’cause this a robbery, and i’m taking all you dough
and you little trizzy trizzicks don’t want no smoke
but if really want it, than this a f*cking war
i got the black ski mask tucked next to the flask
and in my hand i got the ax
so if you wanna f*ck with me think fast
’cause on your little player hating ass i’ma blast
little flauging weak ass jits f*cked up
i’m riding clean down the street with the glock tucked
but a player can’t lie, paranoid up in this junt
might be my dying day, so mane, pass the bump
do a couple lines, feeling fine, paranoia exit mind
feel the drugs going through my bloodline
bust a cap in his ass, grab the chain and all the cash
but now the cops is on our ass, gotta make the f*cking dash
[verse ii: tommy wit da tone]

hop up in the chevy thang, swerving corners that we sw*ng
riding down the boulevard so we can go and get away
making all these f*cking stangs, hit the police with a bang
rob someone be on my way, then come back like a boomerang
mane i’m gripping grain, sipping on some alize
carving out my f*cking lane and straight to h*ll is where i’ll reign
insane with the pain, ana clouds up the brain
terrorist of urban ghettos call me hussein
top of the food chain, wrap ya up in cellophane
always sinning, triple sixes, branded with the mark of cain
devil sh*t it’s in my veins, you won’t live see another day
bring you to my domain and torture in ways that’s inhumane
puffing on that mary jane, snorting on cocaine
can’t forget promethazine that’s mixed with that codeine
secrets of the dark arcane, your death is plotted and arranged
can’t resist the f*cking urge, i’m bringing death so call me bane

- tommy wit da tone

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