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Kam - Active lyrics
f/ Spade ..it's the end of the world You know what, my nigga? Let's get active [ VERSE 1: KAM ] I was born in sin, shaped in inequity So niggas who ain't been where I been don't really click with me I'm quick to be up and out on a solo creep mission Or in a jeep fo' deep, screwdriver in the ignition Listenin to gangsta rap, thang on my lap Steady havin anxiety attacks, ready to snap And give a nigga the claps From this black thick dirty dick I whip out (Unzip) empty the clip and dip out Off into the night, takin flight like a great white Dressed in khaki and denim pumpin lead venom like a snake bite Buckin like a Texas bull or a Bronco Tougher than leather, leave a fool forever horizontal I g-o h-a-r-d And I can't be no c-o-w-a-r-d See, it's a war goin on where the brown and the black live Told you befo', man, I'm a soldier fo' sho' and I'm active [ CHORUS: KAM (& Spade) 2X ] So can you busters really fade it? (active) Nigga, I ain't just affiliated, I'm (active) Every day deep when we swerve (active) Nigga, I ain't on no weekend reserve, I'm (active) [ VERSE 2: Spade ] I was forced to get a trade, the dirt handler The street hustler, the gambler Still at it with automatics, active Move weight, then back to blowin in traffic I'm an addict and don't smoke on dope I'm just a fiend who get em off by the quotes Fuck a rap star, I'm far from rich Even if I sell a mill I still'll flip These qualudes to oz's to birds Homie, chop that chirp and let's go to work It won't cease till I feel I can buy the world I can't sleep, I just wanna move this dirty girl I ain't hard to find, catch me on a block countin up a knot You want it by the powder or you want it by the rocks? We still play the field, playin for appeal Playin to the kill, boy, this shit is all real [ CHORUS 2X ] [ VERSE 3: KAM ] I'm from that army of the Dry Bones in the Valley nation Never the aggressor, specializin in retaliation (Takin dough means) makin foes bite the dust We just fight with those who fight with us United by the light, so in God I trust So I might just bust and cut you all the way down to your pie crust Cause my lust ain't just for attractive booty But layin enemies down, stayin on active duty I walks my post in a perfect manner Keepin always on alert in suit and tie or t-shirt and bandana It don't matter how much stress you put on my shoulder I'm a die-hard wartime frontline foot soldier Bang in a car and we drive straight So fuck 24-7, I ride it 25-8 Fly straight and pray to Allah for forgiveness While these other niggas talk the talk I really live this [ VERSE 4: Spade ] And that's the realest it get We're still O.T. comin back with a grip My O.G.'s taught me how to move a brick So active, liable to snatch you right out of your whip You don't really want no problems with this Beatin niggas with the bottles of Cris Slap they models, make em swallow it quick That's on the Eastside, you know how we ride and dip If you familiar then you know how them gangstas get When we active [ CHORUS 2X ] |
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