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Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) ft. Nightbreed - “Shots Fired” From the Crime hub, we find grub, thieve from a blind cub Leave him in a pine tub, squeezing nine slugs at your Spine and jug’ from an iron glove, never firing doves Born to creep corners deep, swarming street, palm on heat Clip long and deep. If you yawn or sleep, stay on your feet Keep it close-range. Smoked brains spill like Lo Mein. At point-blank, you need no aim. Just Hold steady, cold blow flame. My piece is no gain Can’t return that wig when broke peeps sharing Rogaine Cocaine, white lines, weed, and dust all that’s Feeding us. Long as fiends lust, that money leading us We need to touch, but instead of keeping trust, some get Greedy and rush. D’s scheming on us, you’re sloppy Now we’re easy to touch, they watch me, trying to get A speedier bust. Up for grabs, rushing, flushing, splash Scrambling, nothing but nuts and ass, I aim To crush remains in drains, but they’re coming too f**king fast We’re battering rams verbally battering scrams, gathering Grams, hand ‘em to the tidy roll-man, mighty cold Can’t believe if he dived in and swam. Double The doors where we bubble the raw for trouble from law Wilding like boar. On the Second of March, your neck on the floor Reading your rights in the heat of the night, talking Mad tough, got your handcuffs, squeezing ‘em tight. D’s We don’t like. In the speed of a light, ease out of sight through a Hole in the wall like the cat dug at Shawshank Slowly, I crawl where we keep the gat, crack, and small bank Slither out while idiots watch the dot, trying to figure out This life-sized drawing of Michael Jordan Posterizing that kid Alonzo Mourning Clear it out. Captains yells, “No time to hear him out.” Fear None—no doubt—and my alias is Suge, I’ll bail them out (x2) Blocks Quiet. (NB’s come), shots fired. (A wild) (Riot), enemies run, (only die tired) Block Quiet. (NE’s come), shots fired. (A wild) (Riot), enemies run, (but only die tired) Yo, yo, it’s NE NBs, n***a, f**k y’all feelings Hit your crib, bust y’all children, sh*t like that Shots fired touch y’all ceiling, twist y’all back High-wire, rush y’all building. b*t*h, our gats Navigate, switch y’all maps. We ‘posed to be busting. I make What I write official like notary public Smoked-out, folding my duckets, I’m broke now, over my budget Check what I wrote now, it’s close to the subject NE squeeze three in your shoulder. Oh, you got a .22 n***a? See me when your heater get older. I see NBs when it’s over, Voo with gun in hand It’s some family sh*t, only the crew would understand In Crooklyn, where the Territory you male warriors dwell, cooking narcotic Inventory for sales. I begin the story with shells, I be the Playwright like August Wilson ‘cause f**king with me Drama’s all you’re gonna see. I’m something you don’t wanna be A crime odyssey. Front on me, but y’all know Like James Todd, the god is me, it’s prophecy. Ain’t no Escaping doom. First, it’s gaping wounds then crates in tombs. I’m f**king With guns, my bullets is impregnating wombs. To Facilitate, you run, but I debilitate the dumb, deliberate With ten tongues, but I obliterate with guns NB, NE specialize in B ‘n’ E, sweep The enemy off the streets like we’re TNT (x3) Blocks Quiet. (NB’s come), shots fired. (A wild) (Riot), enemies run, (only die tired) Block Quiet. (NE’s come), shots fired. (Wild) (Riot), enemies run, (but only die tired)
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