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blaghmusic - up 4 smoke? lyrics

[intro: blaghmusic]
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this is a work of fiction
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yuh, printed and bound in the usa, let’s go, let’s go

[verse 1: blaghmusic]
so you want some beef?
tell your ahh to sit and take a seat
you don’t want the heat
keep talking to mе, that’s how you’ll have to see me
boy, you gon’ get trеated for your attitude
honestly, all you’re being is a pack of fools
oh you just talk, not a walker
keep going bruh, imma send you to the doctor

[verse 2: plaguee]
according to my calculations, i never asked (yuh)
now let’s do some quick maths
my gang v yours, you get bashed
and i still show class (bars from mars)
ice all on my wrist, call me lil nas
10k on my fist, got me smokin’ some crash (yuh)
don’t show sass, or my bl!cky gon’ show you some back
got your gang runnin’ like track (yuh)
sayin’ “ball’s in my court”, well imma hit it right back
and you know your music’s a joke
and dissin’ me is the way you cope (we da+)
it’s up to you what bear to poke
but don’t poke unless you want smoke (we da blaghmusic!)
unless you want smoke, unless you want smoke
[chorus: blaghmusic, plaguee]
so lately i’ve been seein’, you up for smoke (yeah!)
just letting you know, i ain’t no joke (for sure!)
don’t try anything funny, or you’ll end up on the ground (we da blaghmusic!)
imma pull out the chopper, let out a couple rounds (no cap!)

[verse 3: blaghmusic]
it’s a fine line between throwing shade and declaring war (blaghmusic!)
and you tip+toeing the border, you annoying like a sore (‘noying!)
let’s see if you throw hands as much as you throw insults (sults)
i guess talk don’t equate to walk, maybe mouthing off is an impulse
loiterin’, your boy is in deep, deep, trouble
if he keep runnin’ his mouth, he gon’ be chewed up like double bubble (ayo, i don’t want no…)
ayo speak up, all you gonna do is mumble? (mumble?)
see, i knew when it came to this, that, you’d be quick to fumble (fumble it)
i knew that anything you say could never compare to what i wrote (bah!)
i knew you was a lame before you even spoke
i knew your ahh couldn’t stand a chance against my bros
but you messed with the gang, so you up for some smoke (you up for some smoke, brah? come on man! really? come on!)

[chorus: blaghmusic, plaguee]
so lately i’ve been seein’, you up for smoke (yeah!)
just letting you know, i ain’t no joke (for sure!)
don’t try anything funny, or you’ll end up on the ground (we da blaghmusic!)
imma pull out the chopper, let out a couple rounds (no cap!)
[outro: blaghmusic, plaguee]
a+a+a+adlib section (baby, i don’t understand this)
yuh, bars from mars, we da blaghmusic! (grilled cheese obama sandwich)

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