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Shabazz the Disciple - Cremate 'Em lyrics
[Intro] Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! [Verse One] Y'all know it's hell when I come through I cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2 And we can settle it with shells if you want to Bump you, squeeze first I'ma haunt you Or better yet I'll let the gun butt lump you Dog tail up ya ass when I confront you, faggot I'ma hunt you Na'an nigga could collab' with me Cause when I spit my sixteen, they get mad at me Have them write their verses over tryna battle me And nigga that'll be a fatal tragedy Shit, you better off shooting or stabbing me than stepping in this fucking rap ring and jab with me Get ya weight up motherfucker, wear the belt and the crown Frozen niggaz like a dirty gat, I'm melting them down Self in the ground, you fucking with a higher force Niggaz be sacrificed, you'll die on a cross Angel on the pale horse Leave you with multiple wounds when they find you Ya man's comin right behind you [Chorus] Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! [Verse Two] Y'all know the flow chops ridiculous Taw like the blow niggaz cop on St. Nicholas You think I'm pussy motherfucker stick ya dick in this Like Biggie said shit infected with syphilis Gonorrhea, HIV, flow sick with this Put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this Tryna get with this, I'ma hit with this Make you slit ya wrist, y'all man a clitoris Like chlamydia, hard to swallow, I burn throat Getting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoats Word to the safe in the ceiling My flow's like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillin You see the logo nigga "STD" Fuck what you heard son, the best be me From Red Hook, y'all niggaz know how long we waited Y'all motherfuckers, bout to get cremated [Chorus] [Verse Three] Put ya jewels up, put ya house up Put ya tools up, nigga put ya spouse up We can go at it motherfucker album budget for budget And let your a&r judge it Shit, I'll have ya label push ya project back Cause I get hyper than a fucking hypochondriac Ain't no responding back My magnum mic'll push ya conscience back Give ya ass a holy spirit make you haunt the track I, I blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays Leave ya whole record company in a daze daze Tell ya ceo stop calling my house Or the next fucking song son, I'm calling y'all out Better prepare for the long awaited, finally made it Y'all niggaz bout to get cremated!!! |
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