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cowboy bebop - xre the god lyrics

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[chorus: xre the god]

(ya aye) father, son, protect yo life

and keep that gun, its one on me its one on him

its two for one’s, ain’t shootin’ fades

f*ck it bro might back out blades

[adlib: qualicapone] “back out blades!”
[verse: xre the god]

like, move militant, strong n*ggas only multiply

in due diligence, long live my n*ggas them

type mad, when i start thinking bout them old times and

the better years start settlin’

so blind won’t shed tears, so i keep my images peddalin

no sleep need medicine for my worst days

when i’m drowning, cursed days when i think i’m him

bottling up my anger, battlin’ all these strangers

i could put you on game, like sh*t was never about fame

[adlib: qualicapone] “it was never bout that fame”

“cuzo know i got racks, cuzo know i got aim.”

[verse 2: xre the god]
cuzo know i got a toaster, choppa’ leave him comatosin

whippin’ up potions, she gotta up my dosage

sl!ck as b*tter, hoe i’m smooth like lotion get to the bag

and multiply to the sky, “do or die” tell me the omen

listen to all of dem n*ggas who spittin’ that game

then punch a f*ckin cheat code in

[verse 3: qualicapone]

i do that sh*t when i go in, i really just had to stay

away from that hoe sh*t, me n cuz got it

it’s up in motion, pullup right there & i stay with a toaster

[melody: qualicapone]

good*bye im on the road, yea i feel…

trapped inside another place
yea i feel, trapped inside another place

then they say i failed never that

on this road don’t make mistakes

yea i feel… trapped insisde another place

[chorus: xre the god]

father, son, protect yo life

and keep that gun, its one on me its one on him

its two for one’s, ain’t shootin’ fades

f*ck it bro might back out blades

[adlib: qualicapone] “back out blades!

[verse 4: xre the god]

n*gga what be the moves, know how i’m steppin’

p*ssy go pick up a weapon, ain’t gotta have sh*t i’m reppin’

to much pain in the message, nicotine when i’m stressin

[adlib: qualicapone] “mbk gang!” “mbk gang!”

ain’t no ranch but i’m dressin, shame me first don’t test it

30*6 i’ll stretch him, mbk mafia records

ain’t no harm we just reckless

i got some bars’ll leave n*ggas breathless

jitt can’t rap, (like) f*ck off the setlist

i bet n*ggas dead thinkin its pressure

wishin the worst, he talk like aladdin

i could see how n*ggas think its a lecture

oodas on oodas like baby i’m extra

oodles and noodles like i get the check first

tippin the scales, i played with the tech first

catching a l but i get him wet first

gettin them sales and stackin the bread first

living in h*ll i pray to repent

for the f*ck sh*t, lay where you sh*t bro n*ggas is buggin

[adlib outro: qualicapone] “woah woah woah”

- xre the god lyrics

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