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lirik lagu new – z.a.k.

[verse 1: zak]

rappers i monkey flip em with the funky rhythm i be kickin
musician, inflictin composition
of pain i’m like scarface sniffin cocaine
holdin a m-16, see with the pen i’m extreme, now
bulletholes left in my peepholes
i’m suited up in street clothes
hand me a nine and i’ll defeat foes
y’all know my steelo with or without the airplay
i keep some e&j, sittin bent up in the stairway
or either on the corner bettin grants with the celo champs
laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
g-packs get off quick, forever —— talk —-
remeniscing about the last time the task force flipped
—— be runnin through the block shootin
time to start the revolution, catch a body head for houston
once they caught us off guard, the mac-10 was in the gr-ss and
i ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an -ss-ssin
pick the mac up, told brothers, “back up,” the mac spit
lead was hittin —— one ran, i made him backflip
heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn’t look
gave another squeeze heard it cl!ck yo, my —- is stuck
try to c-ck it, it wouldn’t shoot now i’m in danger
finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
so now i’m jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn’t see as high as i be
(so whatchu sayin?) it’s like the game ain’t the same
got younger —— pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
in broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
fo’-fives and gauges, macs in fact
same ——‘ll catch a back to back, sn-tchin yo’ cracks in black
there was a snitch on the block gettin —— knocked
so hold your stash until the c0ke price drop
i know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
and if it’s good she’ll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
you gotta slide on a vacation
inside information keeps large —— erasin and they wives basin
it drops deep as it does in my breath
i never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
i think of crime when i’m in a new york state of mind
rappers i monkey flip em with the funky rhythm i be kickin
musician, inflictin composition
of pain i’m like scarface sniffin cocaine
holdin a m-16, see with the pen i’m extreme, now
bulletholes left in my peepholes
i’m suited up in street clothes
hand me a nine and i’ll defeat foes
y’all know my steelo with or without the airplay
i keep some e&j, sittin bent up in the stairway
or either on the corner bettin grants with the celo champs
laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
g-packs get off quick, forever —— talk —-
remeniscing about the last time the task force flipped
—— be runnin through the block shootin
time to start the revolution, catch a body head for houston
once they caught us off guard, the mac-10 was in the gr-ss and
i ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an -ss-ssin
pick the mac up, told brothers, “back up,” the mac spit
lead was hittin —— one ran, i made him backflip
heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn’t look
gave another squeeze heard it cl!ck yo, my —- is stuck
try to c-ck it, it wouldn’t shoot now i’m in danger
finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
so now i’m jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn’t see as high as i be
(so whatchu sayin?) it’s like the game ain’t the same
got younger —— pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
in broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
fo’-fives and gauges, macs in fact
same ——‘ll catch a back to back, sn-tchin yo’ cracks in black
there was a snitch on the block gettin —— knocked
so hold your stash until the c0ke price drop
i know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
and if it’s good she’ll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
you gotta slide on a vacation
inside information keeps large —— erasin and they wives basin
it drops deep as it does in my breath
i never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
i think of crime when i’m in a new york state of mind

- z a k

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