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brooklyn zu - pass the mic lyrics

[intro: chi-king]
devious on the track…
chi-king exclusive, what up
this-this one right here is just to wake the streets up
(yo twelve what up) we gonna wake ya’ll up
once they up they stayin. (merdy what up)

[chi-king:]
yo, said this the shut down, i comin live outta buck town
i rock hard like the ground when i get down
big up to my zu blood kin, they hold the streets now
we bringin beef like a big brown cow
i said kung pow p-ssy teriyaki suckers bow down
chi is the king yo, i’m holdin the crown
get you high up from the standin, hold the weight by the pound
said laughin -ss haters can’t do nothin but frown
six million ways to die dog, i’m killin the sound
this is worldwide fans, hustle hard for my seed
co-d’s in this hip hop beast, this what the streets made me be
but now i’m glad with the pain
cause even with my eyes wide shut i see yo
now let me take you to a higher degree
feel the force that’s the meanin of chi, i’m kinda feelin like e
i’m stingin n-gg-s, yeah it’s killer to bee, come on

[chorus x2: buddha monk, felicia ray (chi-king)]
aiyo it might just be, a little past your time
i think you better p-ss the mic
(cause, we don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t you spit, p-ss the mic son
we don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t you spit, p-ss the mic son)

[shorty sh-tstain:]
yo, i’m deadly on my lonesome, but i’m sicker with my click
my brooklyn zu n-gg-s be like ‘that’s that sh-t’
i roll with a pack of indians that ain’t dead yet
supper time, supper time, gotta get the paper set
frankly we in season, and this is our year
my brooklyn zu n-gg-s ain’t going no where
one down, dirty not around
still those cuffies gonna hold they ground
n-gg- please, n-gg-s ain’t got nothing on this cheese
we doing this for decades, hugging the degrees
i be seeing them same n-gg-s trynna sound like me
you can’t sound like me, my whole style is orthodox
n-gg-, we run the block
you can hear it from block to block

[chorus x2]

[buddha monk:]
in the heat of the night, i grab mics and bust guns right
take a life, never think about killing a n-gg- twice
it’s the thug life, who want it, i’m nothing nice
sn-tch a n-gg- right, hit him in his cap with my twin pipes
it’s all out war, by g-o-d, down
for seven scores, waiting for whatever cause
f-ck it, two tears then you duck quick
my repertoire, take the money leave you with permanent scars
i was, born with nothing, and i still got nothing
so until i do, the next victim might be you

[12 o’clock:]
i told ya’ll m-th-f-ckas, don’t f-ck with me
leave you six fet deep, in a permanent sleep
see this big ol’ gun, put a hole through your teeth
and put an eye on your throat, so ya neck can see
i’m the great grandson of an indian chief
do a rain dance, n-gg-, that’ll flood your street
see, it’s brooklyn zu, plus we killa beez
where n-gg-s quick to pull and quick to squeeze

[chorus x2]

[chorus x2: felicia ray]

- brooklyn zu lyrics

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