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cyhi da prynce - tool lyrics

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(intro)
h-llo this is a ivy league announcement
we do not condone violence but we do encourage self defence
cyhi ,i don’t mean no harm by this
i don’t wanna promote the wrong things

(verse : cyhi)
i’m paranoid, but i ain’t scared, it all started on bankhead
got jumped by six n-gg-s, thank god i ain’t dead
went to school with a black guy, i’m like f-ck it i’m that guy
plus i’m that fly but can’t act like
some people didn’t laugh when i p-ss by
so i went and bought me a deuce deuce, a little rusty but it do shoot
never was the one to tote a gun, but everybody in my crew do
cause we probably ran the train on a n-gg- main girl like chu chu
why you mad at me, dog, cause your girl nasty like couscous
i stay strapped like the task force, and i bought it for the jack boys
cause i run with n-gg-s who make bank off the gl-ss
and i ain’t talking about the backboard
just when i got me a five seven,
n-gg- i’m bout to spend bout a rack for it
so if a n-gg- try to harm me, no need to ask

(hook)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull this tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tote ya toast from to la to chicago, new orleans
and if a hater run up on your car don’t let it ring

(verse : trouble)
you see the motherf-cker tool here
make a n-gg- forget about it, no rules here
initiated for hatin’ the conversation i was having with a woman
while the temptation of you they arrest the same colour
the ditsy on my face and then he thought about the bustin out
the video for how i really get down in the public
no mercy, it’s nothin’, no bluffin’
you got a decision, i suggest you lose life over something
click clack, blaow, nother man down
not promoting the violence, but there’s too many n-gg-s wildin’
in the city where it’s sh-tty, and i pity you fools
that’s the reason older people out here carrying tools
younger brothers like to walk around just thinking it’s cool
with no education, they ain’t even thinking of school
with no money in their pocket or they wallet, scratch that
don’t even got the fund to run and go and try that
but everybody wanna sag pants, hang on the corner
smokin’ marijuana claiming they gangsta
i’ll show ya gangsta when i pull out a banger
just for you haters saying ,trouble insane gone
i’ll put you on a respirator
i pull this tool on you haters

(hook)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull this tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tote ya toast from to la to chicago, new orleans
and if a hater runs up on your car don’t let it ring

(verse : pill)
see what happened was i was trapped and caught
before i really gave a f-ck what rapping was
the knicks and the dines i would bag ’em up
on the block where i had to have a gather bud
i ain’t watched that sound in the back of us
the blackest truck is backing up on me
i’m mad as f-ck,it might just be these hoes
there alot in these i don’t need these clothes
or some other days you don’t need these thongs
listen brit brit you don’t kiki down
this the motherf-cking a truck
and if you on the slick sh-t b-tch you stay struck
asap take that, like poof, some n-gg-rs pulled up like “bro w-ssup”
and opened up both doors and i don’t really know ’em
so you know i’m long gone
got my hand on my motherf-cking phone
they like west open i’m like nachi
with their chrome thing full of hot sh-t
he reached for heels and i let it fly
that’s a guarantee somebody got hit
and the more on the score not to f-ck with the kid
while i sound like a waiter
’cause i never hesitate
absurd put a tool on a motherf-cking hater

(hook)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
i pull this tool on a hater (tool on a hater)
tote ya toast from to la to chicago, new orleans
and if a hater runs up on your car don’t let it ring



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