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diamonds vs. woods pt. 1 - vic spencer lyrics

[intro]
(8*bza)
(who the f*ck is 8*bza dog?)
(get the f*ck out of here with that guy now)
(he never smoked with us dog)
(til that mother f*cker smoke with us he can’t get on the track)
(but anyway dog)
(yo that song was coming with some crazy sh*t man)
(this long ass story you got here)
(you got to pass the mother f*cking weed)
(cause you be holding this sh*t too mother f*cking long dog)

[verse]
sh*t
the backwoods took my ho from me
the young ass n*ggas is about to get a load from me
load up the diamonds now i’m riding to their hideout
you see mold and f*cked up backwoods that didn’t dry out
them n*ggas live expensive but i don’t give a f*ck
they just a fad all i had was enough to puff
(that’s right)
i saw a backwood leader and started busting up
i didn’t make a move i went back to the diamond cut
called up the green room members
them n*ggas ready to smoke
and they think backwoods is jokes
we laugh on the way to peep the scene
when you about to do some ill sh*t you do it with a team
we on the outskirts of backwood territory
on the hill smoke our life away
develop the clever story
(that’s right)
one day i read about the backwoods ceo
he’s sixty*five yers old and specializes in young souls
and said young ‘guns would never have a taste of gravy
[?]
i had to buy h*lla suits so he can all that i was business
i got the address and flew to the top of the building
i was high as h*ll thinking i didn’t kiss my children
because i had a gut feeling that something was gonna happen
inside this tall as building there was a mansion
no backwoods in sight, i started seeing the light
this mother f*cker out here living for life
he don’t care about community roles
he just okayed other countries to send boat loads of the sh*t to the hood
(f*ck)
that’s why the hood pay fifteen for a pack and only one of them good
this n*gga really the white version of suge
(aw f*ck)
that explains all the unused backwoods that i saw
i realized that this n*gga don’t give a f*ck about y’all
(he don’t give a sh*t)
so i went back to the diamond cut and load up the swishers
had to plot and scheme on these f*cking young ass n*ggas
couple of ho heads yeah they chill out in the park
smoking the wood i bet all them n*ggas tasting is bark
that sh*t hit hard, f*ck up their heart i don’t have to do a lot
went to all the hood stores in the coupe to cop
let me get all the f*cking backwoods please
i went to every hood corner store n*ggas could see
i ain’t even need the green room members for this task
i did all that sh*t on my own
my n*gga brash hit me i’m like my bad
(my bad dog)
i had to come from another part of town and already close
through all the backwoods and [?]
i hear shredders at the bottom i figured that a n*gga got him
until i didn’t see my ho
they smoked her up so i robbed them
(f*ck)
i believe them n*ggas know it was me
because they smelled diamonds all in the streets
(really?)
(oh sh*t dog, you’re mother f*cking crazy)
(mother f*cking you got that sh*t that we smoking dog)
now a n*gga got to make moves to develop a plan
inhaling a gram of that moon rock
dipping out of a great white box
to be continued there’s no time on the clock

- vic spencer lyrics

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