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Killarmy - Street Monopoly lyrics
[9th Prince] Yoaw! I'm 'bout to torture the phone, the phone piece Leave it deceased, six feet deep The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in 'em Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw Lord of your majesty and generosity How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly Ghetto property, street jeopardy Death mack celebrities, we pray for war, like the Russian military Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete Stab you like Bloody Mary - I do this for convicts Takin niggas commisary Niggas ain't feelin me, I ain't feelin you either You ain't my brother, FUCK IT! Let's grab the nines and try to murder each other MOTHERFUCKER!! [Dom Pachino] Yo, millatic mind structure Dome bone crushers, stone busters, slugs muster Diamond clusters, don't even trust her Spanish kid the fun is over, make a party motor Call ya dojos, this man remind me of a soldier When I speak words cut air Stop your breathin, there's a lot of dues required of man You not recievin sneak, thievin niggas are bleedin Recievin aid on my V.I. I had my baby girl boof, via grenade Fuck around, in the bathroom nigga, you get slain We got those two there - if you act up there'll be a raid Razor blades, infected with AIDS I'd rather be a fat rap cat nigga that's paid [Chorus - Dom Pachino] 2x It's past your bedtime Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck We don't give a fuck! Close ya doors, close ya windows, we climb balconies To make it in this street monopoly [Killa Sin] Aiyyo this rap law, clap boars, crack jaws Snatch drawers, live war, nigga act raw, getcha back torn Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin 'em You, light up the skyline, I'm clappin at'cha cranium Ain't no stoppin my flow, like dominoes drop Geronimo! Toss him out the Tahoe naughty gotta go Eighty on the Verizano, hyrdo bottle, mind boggle Cop sergeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin Camuoflage Large killas, bitin off ya squad Get you no love, but die-hard fans might throw slugs [Islord] Picture the God gettin caught off guard, that shit is ab-surd I hold my square down very superb-ly It be the Islord with the sword Comin from the barrel of the Staten And rollin with, five live men Who got guard-junials on 'em Word is bond God I'm speakin the truth, the actual fact Step into my chamber, you get waxed Wordlife black, I'm mad nice with my life black Sacrifice the Zulu times twice For my son, live on the run, no lie ask around You might got, niggas who might wanna testify 'gainst the kid They get they biz chopped in half, and that's just part of my warpath... [Chorus] 4x |
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