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amb - scream my name lyrics

(otis)
everyday,
my click spray we don’t play,
keep it all time shine,
stay the f–k out the way,
haters keep hidin’ behind your subliminal raps,
fake when you hate me because you ain’t where i’m at,
be a man get your own sh-t and get in the game,
quit sittin around waitin’ for somthing to change,
and all you starvin’ mc’s thinkin’ i’m to blame,
so when your stomache hurts in pain you scream my name,
amb said this, amb did that,
i wrote em’ on the internet they never wrote back,
don’t they know that i got flow i spit dope raps,
i rock shows at my house in front of the coat rack,
b-tch please,
i ain’t tryin’ to sh-t on your dreams,
so why the f–k you gotta b-tch up wit your haterous sceems,
your need to stay in the background like a green screen,
say my name so much you should be on my street team huh,
and i ain’t sayin that i know the way,
but we’re here to stay and we’re never goin’ away,
to all you horrorcore kids who wanna flow today,
fake sh-t wouldn’t even scare the crows away,
motha f–ka!

(chorus)
when your stomache hurts with pain,
scream my name,
when i control your brain,
scream my name,
check it out yo,
i keep my karma at a all time ten,
so f–k all of y’all and f–k all of them.

(bonez)
b-o-n-e-z you know me,
and i come from the motha f–kin’ 303,
and my crew’s with me,
you wanna know what’s up,
i’ll stab a b-tch in the gut and not give a f–k,
i see you starin’ at my people wit a problem on your mind,

you can hate me all you want,
that why you live behind,
maybe thats why you so d-mn slow with the flow,
can’t take away my home or my bong hydro,
5-0 can run me over put my face in the ground,
cause i smoke up them pounds and i can f–kin’ pig out,
if you really wanna be heard and famous and sh-t,
quit bein’ a b-tch and stop suckin’ them d-cks,
no answering machine,
and alive for track,
gonna keep your f–kin’ sh-t from soundin’ so wack,
i attack through to the week,
i’m wrong,
can’t even speak on this song,
only tha axe that i hold is strong,
b-tch!

fu-fu-f–k all of them,
fu-fu-f–k all of them,

i see your whole squad makin’ a plan,
your actin’ hard but your fakin’ it man,
i’ll make it clear so you can all understand,

fu-f–k all of them,

we rolled up in a all black van,
we found your crew but they all just ran,
i’ll make it clear so you all understand,

fu-f–k all of them,

i told you once i gotta axe in my hand,
i’ll hit you wit it in the face like,
d-mn!

to anybody out there f–kin’ wit the fam,

fu-fu-f–k all of them!

- amb lyrics

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