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bukshot - alright lyrics

alright lyrics
[verse 1: bukshot]
here we go now, let’s get it
let’s get this bag, i’m with it
stay on it, committed
if i said it, b+tch, i did it
ain’t no one running from they enemies, let’s keep it hundred
let’s keep it real in this dynamic we got you’re the hunted
keep a chopping block, when i start swinging, bodies drop
won’t stop ’til i’m on top, m16 unlock and pop
go call a paramedic, you don’t, you gon’ regret it
these bars are fueled by gasoline, ain’t talking ’bout unleaded
we talking ’bout a murder, i watch your label fall
you play that sh+t, i heard it, that’s why i don’t f+ck with y’all
let’s give the m.o.b. a call, them boys got molotovs
burn your top right off, you’ll probably call thе law
i don’t need a motive, i’ve just been in a mood
thesе hollow tips decoded, go right through yo bulletproof
k!llers on the move, haters don’t know what to do
there ain’t no turning back, trust me, i’ve done thought it through
long as i keep it breathing, these people never safe
b+tch, i got a tool that’s on my waist, i’ll make you levitate
choke ’em out, suffocate, talkin’ foul, let ’em hate
been shot at, been to prison, went to war with heavyweights
kick out these fake ass homies who done stabbed me in the back
take a look, i’ll turn around, show my wounds, matter of fact
got a half of mind that aim at you, watch you crack
like humpty dumpty tripped and fell, think how i should react
[chorus: bukshot & alayna whelan]
hustlers push weight, mobters gon’ ride
haters gon’ hate and i’ll be alright
i’m alright, what you gon’ do f+ck around? take ’em out the game
remind mind ’em, i’m the truth, who the f+ck i am
what’s my name? i’ma, what i’m gon’ do
i’ll be dumping bodies all night
no matter who they try to shut up, i’ll be alright

[verse 2: bukshot]
they comin’, they comin’
line ’em up, knock ’em out
don’t watch your propaganda channel, i get word of mouth
the streets’ll listen to your bs, then report to me
hit my homie boogie, watch him make you disappear for free
this ain’t no f+cking game, we taking names
show up in the murder van dressed in black, bring the pain
have you ever had a bag covering up yo head?
you can hardly breathe or see a thing about to wind up dead
crying for your people, ain’t no one coming for ya
you hear the goons who took your laughing that brings paranoia
you feel the dread just like when rebels see a star destroyer
karma comes so many ways, i don’t feel sorry for ya
brought this on yourself, acting like a f+cking clown
should have listened b+tch, the reaper follows us around
yeah! i know my presence makes the worst convictions
it’s even gotten worse for them, they found out they’re the mission
here we go, lock and load, pick your target, watch ’em fold
let these fake ass rappers know they dealing with the seasoned pro
y’all just some rookies entitled for some clout
i’m not one to give it though, earn that sh+t and walk it out (wa+walk it out)
fully charged, annihilators ’bout to dump
treat y’all like some zombies on the moon, y’all a bunch of chumps
watching from a distance, lurking just like jaws
clap you any given moment, they call that applause
[chorus: bukshot & alayna whelan]
hustlers push weight, mobters gon’ ride
haters gon’ hate and i’ll be alright
i’m alright, what you gon’ do f+ck around? take ’em out the game
remind mind ’em, i’m the truth, who the f+ck i am
what’s my name? i’ma, what i’m gon’ do
i’ll be dumping bodies all night
no matter who they try to shut up, i’ll be alright

- bukshot lyrics

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