Crackavelli-Haystak

歌手 : Haystak
专辑 : Crackavelli - Clean
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:50

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TXT Crackavelli-Haystak 文本歌词

Crackavelli - Haystak
And now with no further adue
Allow me to introduce first Crackavelli The Boss has gotten worse
(ha ha)
Don't get the paremedic get
A hurse Pull up to the hole
Put that b**ch off in reverse
I try to murder 'em with
Every verse I've done a million
Shows never rehersed
It comes natural I'm a natural
You're a casual Tee if
You even think about F* **in' with me
I've came time and Time again and
Again off the top of the mind i
Didn't require a pen
I only wrote when it was premeditated
A mad man lniitic don't get me agravated
Hits that I've walked straghter
And never hesitated
Afiliated related somehow assosiated
With the greatest that ever played
In my city dawg I used to want my
Peice of the pie now i want it all
I use ta just want now i want your's
Catch 'em at red lights
Kick in they F* **in' doors
Make 'em get on the floor
And tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya
Tell 'em Big Stak mak
I use ta just want now i want your's
Catch 'em at red lights
Kick in they F* **in' doors
Make 'em get on the floor
And tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya
Tell 'em Big Stak mak
It ain't even safe to have your kids in the
Car 'cause these fakers know you paid
And they know where you are and
Where you live at what kind of
Life is that motion censors and gaurd dogs
These people got gaurds dawg
I swear to God I'm not runnin' tell 'em
Commin' if they commin'
Stop al they Gum bampin' Know i'm
Dumpin' on somethin'
And leavin' empty rounds all over the ground
You can say one thing
But Stak I put it down
I held Tennessee down on the west coast
When you don't go no further left withou
T being in the ocean
Time Squre Been there thinkin' of Young Buck
Pete Gates and Mac Nair
I swear on everything holy
To me the only way to stop me is
By puttin' holes through me
Ya hoes to me I ain't scared
Nereone of ya'll and you gonna F* ** around
And make my people burry one a ya'll
We can start a label an call body
Snatchers be the reason they
Don't show up at the party after the show
Man i don't need no extra doe you ain;
T trin' ta get robed for your necklece hoe
(ha ha)
These rappers with dimonds and
Lexas' lookin' a lot like lunches and breakfastes'
Yo Ima have to pay my light bill regaurdless
Thus explainin why I'm heartless
(Haa Ha)
7 Albums Hunderd thousands
Local rapped 'em outa towned 'em
Hit 'em hard every swing
Reputaition's everything
Never came fake or fronted
Gave cash villians what they wanted
Anthems bangers heated sh*t
Imataters Eat a D**k
This the the click that started the whole Sh*t
Who you really thought
You was playin' with B**ch
We keep 'em commin'
Street Flavor Murder you with
A strap for a peice of paper
Stop now F* *k Naw F* *k Stak F* *k Ya'll
Stop the presses call the Florest they sya he's his pronasouras
I use ta just want now i want your's
Catch 'em at red lights
Kick in they F* **in' doors
Make 'em get on the floor
And tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya
Tell 'em Big Stak mak
I use ta just want now i want your's
Catch 'em at red lights
Kick in they F* **in' doors
Make 'em get on the floor
And tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya
Tell 'em Big Stak mak