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Dres - Damn Right lyrics
see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew moving just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we got the tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but the fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few get roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme - they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A. ....They supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin while my teams reloadin...find your mic and |
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