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ft clipse wyld - street propaganda (ft. clipse) - wyld lyrics

chiddy, bands ring bells like church out
i could have did anything to the dirt route
hunned thousand dollar cars when i murk out
cardio in the kitchen, get the work out
i cannot ball, i ain’t got a way jack
pure fish, better pray you get your face back
started out small ball, trade packs
now the top on the drop, do a 1-2 way back
i can get em to your door in an instant
send the block to get rock on the imprint
money don’t stop, over time, check my time clock
i’m taking guap with me when i hit the fine block
oversize rock, chillin in my cool chain
louis vuitton on me, down to the shoe strangs
yeah burn the base …like bruce wayne
set fire to the city

[hook]
i got my gun, i got my hammer, hammer, against the odds
i’m a gambler, gambler
talking that street, propaganda, ganda
them birds fly, them birds fly
them birds fly, them birds fly
them birds fly,
i got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate?
i got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
i got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate?
i got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states

it’s the emy, i chop that block like a sensei
malice take street to the whip like kinte
numb to the taste, rock harder, free base
been off to the highest, bidder like e bay
this real rap, other cats is clichã©
the proofs and the pudding, i cook it, i put my foot in
you ain’t gotta wonder if we them in the streets
d-mn right we’re in the game like nintendo wii
we welcome this life, where we play for keeps
you know who my tempo be, jeezy
ferrrari m6, i make it look easy
we done came up like george and weezy
squeeze me, says trigger to the finger
for he who thought i was just a rap singer
the flood gates open, rap up katrina
you can’t imagine the h-ll i’ma bring you

i’m caught between a rock and a hard place
pyrex sorta raw way
world is mine on my scarface
sell b-tter like it’s park caine
haters wanna see me shashing
locked up, boxed up, in them yaw grees
heart broken when they see i’m in that r8
the condo, no crawl sp-ce
that’s the penthouse, all off beat
the enditements, i’m on a lost page
the family never tell it, my n-gg-s owe me
death before dishonor n-gg-
i turn any city to a sauna n-gg-
every small town hit by this tsunami
swag suef kilos, till the feds find me
we’re wild money, we’re getting wild money

- ft clipse wyld lyrics

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