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above the law - pawns lyrics

yeah
we keep it live
yeah
guess who’s back, guess who’s back
yeah
come on

all my g’s up
while we burn these trees up
see i’m kinda pivotal
floatin’ in a rental
hit the black tack digital
i’m here for the mental
baby, dance
i play the sensei
live life kinda expensive
it’s a lavish lifestyle
making cabbage
take advantage and build, to get my weight up
i kick up
see i’m being wicked
i hope you came to get your kickhead on
it’s your business
i’m your witness
and i keep it to myself
that i hit this
stack it on the shelf
i spread love
i smoke a dub with my n+ggas that i drug with
[hook]
n+ggas we thug when we get the plug
when we spread love
when of course n+gga
we run the show from p+town to buffalo
hittin’ major corners
hittin’ miles of cash flow
we push the euro sh+t
hit your b+tch if she hit me on the hip
i stay whipped and laced with the finer things
cartier bracelets, platinum watches and rings
they come through in the sip g+string
they don’t make fun of me with my money
they check my change and play for plain
cause no matter how it goes, we all p+wns in the gang
oh we p+wns in the gang homie
cause if we made it easy, it would still be hard
we like some bonafide n+ggas up and down the yard
it’s very simple, how we put this rap sh+t down
we wrap it air tight and we send it out of town
what’s your name homeboy?
i be big hutch and great, who are you?
finn loco, flip the weight n+gga
and in the back it’s mr. k+oss, i said he quit the draw
we leak up and stack trips and stay above the law
now i be quick to blast, quick to hit the electric staff
never had safety check, a player hated a quick fast
then i mash out, cause i be on some other sh+t
some low down dirty gunner sh+t
the type of sh+t to make you think you really don’t wanna f+ck with this
you better come strapped with your game up to par
before i have to revoke your pass to the player seminar
i perform like a sports car at high rates of heat
and hit your ass block for block with rhymes and beats
i gives a f+ck
i wake up the hood with the all good
clean and connect with your clip to flip
chips, rights, grips, hit them out of town l!cks
baby trip for trip with the quick mix
ooh the bands are sick
casino, caballino, blacker than nino
flippin’ cenos, now she f+ckin’ with this sucker
and we know that he broke and we smokin’ out growth
the new hoes addicted to the aromatic shrimp
as we walk with the lip and give up the pimp status
don’t f+ck with the madness
original like lattice
nizzite with the p+ss zips
the party for crips and bloods
now n+gga what?
supersports in grand natural zone
tuckin’ their c+nts in straight pods
if we made it easy it would still be hard
we like some bonafide n+ggas all around the yard
it’s very simple how we put this rap sh+t down
we wrap it air tight and we sh+t it out of town
i be big hutch to great, who are you?
then loco with the weight
and in the back is mr. k+oss and he quit the draw
we link up and stack clips and stay above the law
n+gga what?
what, what, what, what?
straight up 299 n+gga
come on, guess who’s back
guess who’s back
guess who’s back
n+gga guess who’s back
holdin’ down the yard
holdin’ down the yard
straight up, atl, armageddon sh+t 1999
follow the pathway understand
the truth ain’t just sh+t i picked a close n+gga come on

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