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che broadway - die 4 shine lyrics

[intro: che broadway]
partner
this deal’s gonna put us over the top, i’m telling you, man
(police sirens)
oh sh-t! fasten ya seat belt & hold on cause i ain’t stopping for these bluebots tonight!

[verse #1: che broadway]
when i set it off
i’m going out latifah
in gun smoke & reefer
two heaters & a fat backwood of chibas
i’ll put you in the freezer
dragon ball zebra
bout 24?
you’ll be southern land with no kiefer
got the ransom left ya man stuck holding the receiver
& i fall into the arms of a fabulous blonde like colt seaver
i’m no joke neither
i’m reba
i mack entire bleachers
all women are mischievous
from hood rat fevers to first grade teachers
similar name & features different game procedures
but they all the same sweetness
they can’t wait to meet us
so i’m hooking as many dames as my cane reaches
one shot for schemers & the gold digging leeches
who want the houdini
change an egg to a fetus
go girl
i mean it
don’t dream it
your future is squeamish
i seen it on a 20 inch zenith

[hook: che broadway][x2]
i got gs on my mind dts on my behind
i won’t be pulling to the side this time
we gon ride this time – we can die this time
cause i’m a man of my word & i been dying to shine

[verse #2: che broadway]
i got 99 dollars & my b-tch ain’t got 1
i know cats in bushwick who take a hundred for a shotgun
been through a lot sun
in spots when cops come
life is not fun
it’s bare feet to hot sun
3 train to new lots sun
stand in the shadows not 20 minutes i got one
iced out watch sun
take it to jacob & it turns out he shaped it
one-fourth the price?!?
can’t leave it take the bacon
& honey shake it
til the bread’s a moneymaker like the poker player
what’s your opening player?
i’m all in
everything to lose
all to win
victory is sweet when you meet formidable men
ear to concrete hear the streets talking again
grind my t–th cause the streets a beef market again
no relief in the streets
the heats barking again
outta jeeps at police
we got heart they’ll never comprehend

[verse #3: che broadway]
the way i spit tricks don’t involve hocus pocus
but i know you hear me coming like a 100,000 locusts
i’m freaking out crowds like 100,000 roaches
tried ground to clouds 100,000 approaches
look around i’m surrounded by 100,000 vultures
parasites & poachers
who flash bait hoping that their last prey indulges
hoping to train soldiers
kids with no quarters playing the game overs
how many made it?
who came the closest?
who stuck to their toasters like rubber grips?
you wonder which
trouble kids
took doe & doubled it
banging double nicks
now we bubble zips
cooked yay & other sh-t
police are aliens who drive around in mother ships
& love the choke hold big thick neck thunderlips
their the illest gang
& they bang
never on some knuckle sh-t
so i’mma hit the gas
if you with me
c’mon
pump ya fist

- che broadway lyrics

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