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b-1 - cardinal sins lyrics

[intro: b+1]
yo

[verse 1: b+1]
sippin’ hennessy with wedges of lemon, pleasure addicted livin’
low caesars with sharp edges and women
allah taketh and giveth, whoever thought
that i’d be up in hotel resorts pushin’ my terror sports?
woodgrain consoles, thugs with hearts froze
club hoes, cop tahoe straight from car shows
i need a place to vacate with a climate that’s lovely
b+tches to rub me, a crescent moon above me
but right now my peeps is locked in fort dix, caught for bricks
penalised for rockin’ new whips and pourin’ cryst’
rejected b+tches crank me, rap lovers, they thank me
a pro tryin’ to get dope, long and lanky
large desires, four screens, mickey thompson tires
accomplished writer faced with harmful reminders
of death and paralyzation, i’m pacin’
creedmoor’s talkin’ about placement as a patient
while unknown minerals are stretchin’ the base
the fiends is stressin’ the taste, lookin’ like death in the face
stay scented with oils, rocks is wrapped in foil
livin’ in a race, tryna attain life spoils
acura flagships, pharmacists like a drag strips
we broke felony offenders who never had sh+t
santa needs the commando, journey through
the streets in the land rover, ounces wholesale, [?] row
[chorus: kool g rap]
you go against the grain, kid, i tell you simple and plain
you catch a slug inside the temple, blown about the frame
ain’t nothin’ sweet, kid, you get lifted off your feet in the game
i holds it down and any real n+gga’d do it the same

[verse 2: bomb]
straight out the cellblock, walkin’ the [?], yeah
i leave your ass brawled up with a fork in your ear
i’ll be here until the year 2010
posin’ on my fix+up, settlin’ in
used to get my d+ck sucked, sippin’ on gin
murderous material i spit, loadin’ the clip
god spray, broad day, n+gga k!ll up sh+t
drag the rooftop with no socks, you’re thrown off quick
who want war? we ’bout to land, see the shore
we observed your whereabouts then blaze your door
high intensity, explicitly raw and that’s that
i idolize buck, tommy [?]
after hours, spot drunk with a b+tch on my lap
make my way through the crowd, adjustin’ my cap
turn me up a notch, f+ck giuliani and cops
cross my path, get splashed with numerous shots
we can scramble with the semis, nine millies and glocks
weaponless, hand checkin’ it, fifty+two blocks
whatever the f+ck you want, dons best the dogs
mass murder, blast burner, ship ass to moore
[chorus: kool g rap]
you go against the grain, kid, i tell you simple and plain
you catch a slug inside the temple, blown about the frame
ain’t nothin’ sweet, kid, you get lifted off your feet in the game
i holds it down and any real n+gga’d do it the same

[verse 3: kool g rap]
down like it’s al pacino, rino, the tinted paselino
the mad dino with a bambino, the gambino
bigger than jim colosimo, my reservoir dogs, the tarantino
scales from venezuela around the c+note
makin’ a block out of the jalapeños
g. luciano, we wettin’ sh+t like pesci in casino
fifty dollars cigars [?] for bosnia
the mafia, don parlay like garcia
drugs are on the baby [?] bear
the inmate behind the bar for ya
from poconos to panama skier
done with the parmesan, ready to bomb like vietnam with arms
cause a holocaust, the phenomenon
the cheddar spreader, the k!ller with the gold beretta, n+gga deader
the sweater wetter with the hollow letter, drama setter
shabbat [?] gettin’ better, kids [?] shredder
infrared, i’ll blow out for all my better
the godfather, the problem solver
comin’ through with the six+shot revolver, hot as lava
gun sk!lls is real and in the ville i be the barber
gangster sauna, that motherf+ckin’ face goner
[chorus: kool g rap]
you go against the grain, kid, i tell you simple and plain
you catch a slug inside the temple, blown about the frame
ain’t nothin’ sweet, kid, you get lifted off your feet in the game
i holds it down and any real n+gga’d do it the same
you go against the grain, kid, i tell you simple and plain
you catch a slug inside the temple, blown about the frame
ain’t nothin’ sweet, kid, you get lifted off your feet in the game
i holds it down and any real n+gga’d do it the same

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