a wax - tha board lyrics
[ya hyniss]
stupid thug
like a full blooded italian cat
ridin’ horseback dumpin’ wit the old school smith
sittin’ around the table n-gg- like the mafia type
reminiscing on my past experiences
me and my b-tch been through a lot
her name sawed-off
when i f-ck her b-tch i f-ck her raw dog
told her from the gate
“i don’t wear no condoms, and i ain’t claimin’ no kids”
i’m ya hyniss b-tch
a-wax head representative
only f-ck wit -ss-ssins
and n-gg-z that pull conspiracies
and my cuts d.i.c.
[a-wax]
yo, we tha board
live, die by the sword
slid by five deep
rapidly dumpin’ heat
had a bucket wit beat
n-body f-ckin’ wit me
b.o.k. savages don’t play
push packages all day
we ride dog day
get away from the guard
back the f-ck up
yo raps is wack
and yo baby mama sucked up
she wanna suck me up
said so last night
b-tt naked, posin’ wit a gl-ss pipe
dumb b-tch, i don’t f-ck wit knocks
i provide to supply the rocks
cooked up, hooked up
representin’ tha board
one love to the founders
thugs, the number’s countless
b-tches hound us
we young rap stars
bout to get booted
p-ss the gat and i’ll shoot it
[conspiracy]
do you feel me pain?
can you feel me pain?
i got an umbrella but yet it’s pourin’ lots of rain
it’s hard to maintain in this world so cold
f-ck school, f-ck sports
n-gg- i’d rather hustle
i sell dope, smoke rope
f-ck hoes, and spit flows
hit the fiends
“i got the a-1 yol”
and put these squares
watch your back like a shark
cuz when young diz slide through
n-gg- i’m puttin’ in work
i stay mob stylin’ like an italian ridin’ the back wit black stallion
wit a chopper who can stop me
when i’m off the crackin’
hits like blastin’ man was h-tler
bombin’ clips like hitler
first night, ay dawg
runnin’ suckas from the block for bein’ soft
a cold
time commend us
known for bein’ similar of the silicone
[-ss-ssione]
yo, yo, yo
when i’m commissioned
and hi-tec livin’
mafia style wit mob religion
exposed to my contender
through hollow tips like i’m adolf hitler
makin’ double tracks for a-wax
this an -ss-ssin, ya hyniss minus ya her turf
finders and no sharers
no surroundings blockin’ my vision
like they say “lovin’ the feelin'”
it’s killas n-gg-z
we doin’ drive bys
and three realist n-gg-z
the trealist n-gg-z ya feel us
yo n-gg-, the trealist n-gg-z ya feel us
yo
[ya hyniss]
n-gg- it’s tha board of kommission
and we don’t give a sh-t
when it’s time for funk
we ready to pop in the f-ckin’ clip
-ss-ssin that be ya [?]
hit this game to get bread
only try stackin’ loot ‘til the day that i’m dead
i got nothin’ but cream
so let my mind move weed
talk sh-t
knock you out just like “suge” shane mosley
we don’t play in tha burg
my boys put you in a he-rs-
6 feet deep up in the dirt
n-body said any word
as everybody know the code
savages that’s fo’ sho
lil’ mist to get doe
up on the block 24
under my sweater be the 9
ready to go at all times
who be the best
b.o.k. represent it for min
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