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lirik lagu easter gunday 3 – westside gunn

[intro: keisha plum]
yay, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
i will fear no evil, for my ak and glock 9, they comfort me
though prepareth the table before me, in the presence of my enemies
he has super s on his feet, so he thought he had an s on his chest with that bulletproof vest
but we coming for your dome piece
shot to the forehead, give you a third eye
make your kids cry, baby mama asking why
all bow down to the god of fly

[break: westside gunn]
grr, ayo
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
ayo
griselda
brr brr brr
by fashion rebels

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, i don’t leave without my pistol on
drive-bys, i’m playing xxxtentacion
soon as the box hit the skrt, i’ma get him gone
shoot up your mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
blew your nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple
like the psi, lord, you not official
on the yard, me and blue davinci, shooters with me
went to the halfway house, i took the uzi with me
skating over weight on the palace deck, i’m not impressed
peace to little sean, peace to bernadette (p!)
gxfr, that’s the murder set
everybody got dope, but i serve the best
everybody taking my sh-t
shoot the 8 three times, i might break my wrist
took 6, came back, now i’m better than ever
amiri jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better?
i mean, i guess it’s fahim
he still chopping heads off of guillotines, n-gg-, please
ninja stars in the trees, come on, fam
we ain’t the same, you ain’t never seen a thousand grand
you ain’t never shot a n-gg-, no con air trips
never been fly, never f-cked a bad b-tch
lil n-gg-, i’m rich
i heard the dump legend sh-t sound like sh-t
mask on like vader, training like al-qaeda
mach retired, n-gg- turned to a painter
meanwhile, i’m getting paper
yo, these rap n-gg-s weirdos
vvss on my earlobes
sh-t, the creator of the sun
n-gg-s tryna fit in, that’s a camouflage b-m

[break: westside gunn]
yo, you already f-cking know
i wasn’t even gon’ do this sh-t
i had to, though
but f-ck it, man, shoutout easter, man
i’m just having fun, i wrote this sh-t in like 5 minutes
i don’t waste time on these n-gg-s
smoking skittles
i’m not gon’ even do this sh-t no more
i don’t give a f-ck if n-gg-s make some sh-t
talk some sh-t, tweet some sh-t
i ain’t even gon’ see it anyway, n-gg-s blocked me
but yo, i was just-
i just wanted to have some fun, man
let n-gg-s know why i’m who the f-ck i am, man
flygod
see, like, i still do what i want to
i only drink champagne
i wear six figures in jewels
i got all type of houses
i’m ’bout to buy my b-tch some t-tties
and like, like, life is f-cking beautiful
pootie getting that gucci
that louis, shoutout to pootie
but, yo, before, mach was on these sh-ts
sh-t happens
can i get my painting, mach?
but it’s all about griselda
see, this a different kind of life
n-gg-s really put the work in
n-gg-s been in the raids
n-gg-s lost our best n-gg-s
rest in peace machine gun black
n-gg-s been shot, n-gg-s been stabbed
n-gg-s been in that hole
n-gg-s been locked up, 23 and 1
free ike, free sly
n-gg-s been told on
n-gg-s done took them trips
i remember one time, n-gg-s had me shackled
from- from buffalo to f-cking youngstown, ohio
sat there for a week in shackles
all the way to pa
shackled, got on con air, flew all the way to oklahoma
left oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to atlanta
see, y’all n-gg-s don’t know that life
where you don’t eat the meat, so you share for the motherf-cking fruit, n-gg-
y’know?
get ready for chris benoit
aka supreme blientele
get ready
cl-ssic, the alb-m really called chris benoit
also known as supreme blientele, n-gg-
either one
it’s gonna be the illest sh-t all year
but you know who else got some of the illest sh-t all year?

[verse 2: benny]
ah, let’s go
ski mask, crooked faces, this rap sh-t took us places
my strap get put in faces, that’s word to my butcher apr-n
around the world, i’m good with gangsters, i got good relations
all it took was patience, now i’m on, so they book us places
let me catch you fronting, you just wanna be pop
you want the buzz, you want the love, but you don’t want to get shot
how you don’t want what come with it, you just want to be hot
to be griselda, n-gg-, you gotta stand on one of these blocks
i was feeding them, stove on medium, under each pot
rolling reefer up, while i’m speeding off the company lot
aye, look, west told me chill, but i know where the n-gg- live
like sopranos, n-gg-, tie you up, right in that little crib
get the tape, then throw the pillowcase right on your little head
we would search the crib for cake, but know you don’t get no bread
funeral status, g sh-t, i could give ’em p-sses
my team like, “what’s good with the action”, we could give them caskets
look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8 creatures
play with me, i make you famous quicker than a drake feature
i be rocking off-white, and i be rocking bape sneakers
i mix that with fendi sh-t like i don’t got no taste neither
hopping at the rattison got me shopping on madison
you talking all that fashion sh-t but cop it from the africans
that don’t start none, it won’t be none
y’all know who run the streets, huh? griselda
we gon’ see when tana talk 3 come
got my hammer in the trap, i watch the camera like a rerun
undercover, caught with scanners, throw your hand up when you see one
it’s easter gunday, i need a runway
i let the clip talk, n-gg-s think i’m rick ross, i be with gunplay
you grind hard, you could reach this one day
i learned the game young, and knew that i would teach it some day
i’m bool, you know the rules when you play in these streets
you smooth, c-ck the tool, now you playing for keeps
don’t pray for us, n-gg-, make sure you pray for the weak
i b-mp into a bird, n-gg-, i’ma scr-pe up his feet
i just booked a flight to cali, i’ma stay for the week
my b-tch coming, while i work, i let her play on the beach
the ways of the streets, i rob just to stay on my feet
i’m at n-gg-s, rap n-gg-s see this face and they sleep

[outro: benny]
the butcher
griselda, n-gg-
you know what it is
hahaha, let’s go

- westside gunn

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