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Terror Squad - Hum Drum lyrics
Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… when the chips are down yea .. i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out the bullets larged in doctors cant get em out you gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs from o's to whole p's grams to whole keys no joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd for 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed you really dont know me and thats the fun part see my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart n you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta i got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter you look sad when i pass in this toy benz you gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… when the chips are down Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… your head goes round n round you can feel my pain like a drug you can light it with fire and you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired going to court got a luminati judgin me biased shit i talk aint for everybody walkin united the way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires my old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier so i pieced him out with pity cuz his ass was on fire what goes around comes around holmes i aint lyin thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence to give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace i'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs some nites i meditate hopin bring me closer to god tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… when the chips are down Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… your head goes round n round yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect put ya money on me you get recognition and profits on any condition i drops it on a mission no listen to gossip whether splittin imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya we all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas after that go to city allen and get the lobstas now can i get a witness lemme show ya'll my visions never had a job but still takin all my business no GED only the promo whats my lyrics i rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance and rap so i keep my dough stacks dont me go back and clap clap At yo do' matt like nigga hold that theres no feelings im feelin cuz when im feelin im killin the mutherfucker right on his trip they killin the villan what Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… when the chips are down Down… The paint is peelin’ Now… When the chips are down Down… You gotta lose all feelin Now… your head goes round n round |
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