CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : MARINEFORD

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Inoue)
Yeah! Yeah! Aye! Aye!

Any imposters among us, this chop' turn yo' ass to a ghost (Yuh)
Better finish yo' task, keep yo' ass on the post
I ain't never been shook put my back to the ropes (Okay!)
But this sh*t ain't gon' jam when I blast with the toast
Got a whole lotta' racks, I get cash with my bro's (What?)
All I want is a check, that's what matter the most (Yeah! Yeah!)
He wanted smoke so I kick it, Liu Kang no fatality, chopper gon' finish 'em (Yeah!)
He get no wins, that boy lost like he Gilligan (Nah!)
Hollow tips hit, turn his ass to Lemillion
d**k in her throat, she gon' choke like it's cinnamon (What?)
Gun on my hip, turn a king to a citizen (Ayе, aye)
That boy a cactus, ain't nobody feelin' him (Nah)
pu**y boy ain't gon' do sh*t like he innocеnt

Dive in yo' b*t*h, I jump in like geronimo (Aye!)

He catch a shell like a Galápagos (Ooh)
I put some rounds to his body, now watch that jit fall like a domino
No heat in the Gulag, Guantanamo
Ain't talkin' money? Then that sh*t no obstacle
Walk wit' the chop', turn his life to a chronicle (Yuh!)
Green like a leprechaun, my wrist a pot of gold
He hit the stain and he singin' melodical
b*t*h give me brain, now I feel philosophical (Yuh)
Dub-D-F-A, man this sh*t is unstoppable (Aye)
My circle small like a muhf**kin' monocle
Stainless steel Glock gonna' tear his abdominal (Brrah!)
Burn up the scene, I ain't leavin' a follicle (Nope)
Go against me and my gang? Improbable (Stupid)
Gettin' more money than PE$O? Impossible (Aye!)
I'm smokin' loud, boy, you smokin' inaubible (Cash!)

That means the sh*t that you smokin' is quiet

Squad full of demons, we started a riot
My nina be jumpin', that b*t*h too excited (Aye!)
Pistol too loud, man that sh*t need to silence
It's bringin' the end to yo' world like the Mayans (Woah)
Jump out the gym wit' it, like I'm Vince
That boy wanted beef wit' us, he get minced
That n***a was talkin', we paid him a visit (Uh)
We ain't heard a word out his mouth ever since (Uh)

Sprayin' that pistol, exchangin' the clip
He want beef? I delete, I ain't exchangin' fits (Uh!)
Ricky and Chrome, yes I'm exchangin' fits
So much drip, got me floatin', I enter the rift

He catch a bullet for throwin' a fist
His life got Nintendo'ed, he cease and desist
I walk with a limp, that exchange
Not a word when we see him, we shoot him and dip