CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Danny Myers
b*t*h, I should slap the sh*t out you, like f**k yo' pride
But I'll fall off the roof for putting my hands on a square like when Nutso died!
Off jump, this Above ya Rim, f**k shootin' back from 30 yards
You'll forever be etched behind I (eye) like Birdie scar
Ain't no camaraderie, I'll cut open ya brain like a lobotomy
Stitch it up, then slowly reopen the sh*t like the economy
Bar God!
If I pull this gat on him, I don't think he'll panic
But I'll purposely break what's under the hood like a janky mechanic
Can ya hands amaze me?
Nah! You won't get a chance to play to me
b*t*h I'll choke Twork like I caught my daughter dancin' crazy
Jaz and Mike P raved about you, this young man had the recipe
We all seen how you did RIP, now you finna Rest In Peace
This was ya destiny, point blank range, forever it burns
Then I'll reach in and take back my deposit for those who never returned
You clever with words, young n***a always with the Goon talk
He thought he was 'Bad', 'til they light up his sh*t and then Moon Walked
They tryna kill you in a few states, you better listen to reason
It's certain places you can't go on the map until the mission's completed
I'm giving you game, I'm tryna tell y'all the guy labeled
Killers got contracts to light up ya Wick like the "High Table"
Between me, you, and Verb, this the trinity, we was threaded together
Aye this (Agent) Smith in front of you gone have it settled forever
I knew he was caught up in The Matrix
When Mr. Anderson battled JC and referenced the Nebuchadnezzar
I'll break half a broom, stab some wounds, take some lemon juice and add it to him
You get Strapped In
I get strapped in; a padded room
You ducked me cause you had "alcohol poisoning", what you think b*t*h I'm dumb?
Volume 3 was the first time you were gripped by Rum
This b*t*h my son, he stole all my moves and I'm p*ssed off
I was the one 'Jumpin' 'round first, y'all got it crisscrossed (Kris Kross)
Too many bodies on the weaponry, my honesty gone be the death of me
We on the roof, and loser gotta jump...allegedly (a ledge-ly)
I'm a legend B, I'm Chris Nolan drivin' the 'lac tinted
Bullets flip ya car in reverse...I Mack 10 it (Tenet)!
I'm raps limit, and you on the ground with this sh*t
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this sh*t
But I'll fall off the roof for putting my hands on a square like when Nutso died!
Off jump, this Above ya Rim, f**k shootin' back from 30 yards
You'll forever be etched behind I (eye) like Birdie scar
Ain't no camaraderie, I'll cut open ya brain like a lobotomy
Stitch it up, then slowly reopen the sh*t like the economy
Bar God!
If I pull this gat on him, I don't think he'll panic
But I'll purposely break what's under the hood like a janky mechanic
Can ya hands amaze me?
Nah! You won't get a chance to play to me
b*t*h I'll choke Twork like I caught my daughter dancin' crazy
Jaz and Mike P raved about you, this young man had the recipe
We all seen how you did RIP, now you finna Rest In Peace
This was ya destiny, point blank range, forever it burns
Then I'll reach in and take back my deposit for those who never returned
You clever with words, young n***a always with the Goon talk
He thought he was 'Bad', 'til they light up his sh*t and then Moon Walked
They tryna kill you in a few states, you better listen to reason
It's certain places you can't go on the map until the mission's completed
I'm giving you game, I'm tryna tell y'all the guy labeled
Killers got contracts to light up ya Wick like the "High Table"
Between me, you, and Verb, this the trinity, we was threaded together
Aye this (Agent) Smith in front of you gone have it settled forever
I knew he was caught up in The Matrix
When Mr. Anderson battled JC and referenced the Nebuchadnezzar
I'll break half a broom, stab some wounds, take some lemon juice and add it to him
You get Strapped In
I get strapped in; a padded room
You ducked me cause you had "alcohol poisoning", what you think b*t*h I'm dumb?
Volume 3 was the first time you were gripped by Rum
This b*t*h my son, he stole all my moves and I'm p*ssed off
I was the one 'Jumpin' 'round first, y'all got it crisscrossed (Kris Kross)
Too many bodies on the weaponry, my honesty gone be the death of me
We on the roof, and loser gotta jump...allegedly (a ledge-ly)
I'm a legend B, I'm Chris Nolan drivin' the 'lac tinted
Bullets flip ya car in reverse...I Mack 10 it (Tenet)!
I'm raps limit, and you on the ground with this sh*t
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this sh*t
