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lirik lagu last two – young chris

[young chris]

all silence on the hammers i brung
hear the sirens when the ambulance come
one hand on my nuts other hand on my gun
keep that white girl tan no sun. free huh

[freeway]
i’m bout to make n-ggas vacate the place for the rip
put the sting in his face i pull it straight from my hip
i’m the opposite of chris i be quaking my sh-t
n-ggas lift, i’ll be making them drip blood
gotta mop up

[young chris]
yup get shot up from the top up
n-ggas is lv’d down from the socks up
tear that block up the minute i pull that drop up
yall n-ggas can cop up just don’t be calling the cops up

[freeway]
you know what? we don’t rock ratchet carriers
plague like malaria we will bury you pops fast
then we coming for you next yes
tell your n-ggas to get dressed because they will have to carry ya

[young chris]
let them know the philly boys in the area
b-tch im daring ya
like live radio airin ya
bullets tearing ya
flesh f-cking up your interior
murder you b-tches i’ll make it clear to ya

[freeway]
is you hearing us?
we flamers, mike vick couldn’t tame us
we doberman pinch n-ggas, pitbull terriers
y’all inferior, we are sig sauer carriers
leave n-ggas on gurney carriers
whenever aiming this

[young chris]
it’s the dangerous two
cl-ssic you hear the pain in it
all this bullsh-t music
n-ggas should be ashamed of it
game ain’t been the same
since we came in it
right back we changing it

[freeway]
this is real hip hop
hear the 2pac, hear the big daddy kane in it
all bars are hot you cannot fire extinguish it
they fade us translate us through different languages

[young chris]
or get the stainlesses
dont get us confused with the famous sh-t

[freeway]
we on some dump the tool
leave your brains on the pavement sh-t

[young chris]
funeral arrangin’ it

[freeway]
sawed-off gaugin’ it

[young chris]
if you p-ssies ain’t ready for war
don’t engage in it

[freeway]
you made your bed now lay in it

[young chris]
i’ll spray in it

[freeway]
leave you in a puddle of blood
you gotta bathe in it

[young chris]
hit his baby mother, his cuz no body making it

[freeway]
your family get the last few

[young chris]
mother f-cker we the last two

[beanie sigel]
well f-ck i’m the first one
to shoot sh-t up dog
or gun it down
walk on up on sh-t
or run it down
pull a stock on a k
throw a hundred rounds
won’t stop til ya box lowered under ground
put you in an urn your bones will burn

the rap gorilla
the whack rap ringtone k!lla
i’m here
to find a n-gga equally realer is rare
you can meet me in the square
if you dare to come near

i have no morals
just a whole lot of p-ss in a d-ck for you
bullets in a clip for you
this is the ignorance
at least it looks that way when you witness it
k!ll all witnesses

bury the hatchet
matter fact bury your casket
shoot you up bury the ratchet
dig it back up if i have to
i used to bump n-ggas
knock n-ggas out for the practice
the sh-t starter, the sh-t finisher
i dont know whats harder
when they release you
or when they sentence ya?
cold steel could raise a n-gga temperature
collapse your lungs twist it then push it in ya
you’ll p-ss blood through a catheter
four five slugs feel like a bat contacting ya
swung by b bonds with roids in him
b be number one
who want to bring the noise with me?

- young chris

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