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lirik lagu treachery – ty farris & bozack morris

[intro]
i see you boys in brooklyn have been active
oh, we like to keep busy
now, we don’t like to hurt anybody, but sometimes things work out differently
if you guys are so good at it, the syndicate will use you
so give me the contract, and we’ll do the job

[verse 1: ty farris]
gripping the medal, molded my mental with mildew (uh*huh)
from the filthy eastside where they’ll k!ll you for the bills went the rents due (come on)
shoot more shots then a espn film crew
the clip length almost a shaquille shoе, this the real zoo
you gotta watch ya back the sеcond a n*gga front on you (facts)
they’ll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use (ooh)
your now amongst the goons (goons)
streets hustlers is a dusty room
this the dope needle for the junky spoons (come )
get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
the game of life a fixed fight, the devil talk to the ref (oh)
lost ya breathe trying to step, you can’t walk with the best
you drowned and d*ck*riding waves was the cause of your death
our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers
never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
lift the nickle nine, it’s a slim chance that the doc can help
[chorus: ty farris]
n*ggas scheming, treachery
in the devil’s kitchen, this the recipe
broke out a broken home to build a legacy
pray every day these streets don’t get the best of me
n*ggas scheming, treachery
in the devil’s kitchen, this the recipe
broke out a broken home to build a legacy
pray every day these streets don’t get the best of me

[verse 2: rome streetz]
get in the game you either gonna get double*crossed or you marry it
in the devil’s kitchen i’m the pepper in the cabinet
in my past life i was a pharaoh on a chariot
today i’m still royalty, you can tell by how i carry it
i handle like rafer alston u n*ggas carrying
traveling, saying nothing on the track babbling
ya arms too short to spar with the god, i’ll jab your chin
it’s a sport throwing these sharp lines like javelins
my b*tch bad, but she more kimora, less marilyn
with the sh*t in the club, she down to sneak the barrel in
i f*cked the game and had a few sons, the birth cesarean
i watch them copy everything i do, but it’s embarrassing
i felt the lord didn’t bless me with a money bag, i had to sin
a rolling stone like mick jagger with blacker skin
so many lessons learned from losses, i had to win
we eating, but i’ll never forget when the stack was thin
[chorus: ty farris]
n*ggas scheming, treachery
in the devil’s kitchen, this the recipe
broke out a broken home to build a legacy
pray every day these streets don’t get the best of me
n*ggas scheming, treachery
in the devil’s kitchen, this the recipe
broke out a broken home to build a legacy
pray every day these streets don’t get the best of me

[outro: sample]
stop scheming, and looking hard
and looking hard
and looking hard
and looking hard
and looking hard
and looking hard

[outro]
bozack morris on the beat, what up?

- ty farris bozack morris

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