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grave plott – snap lyrics

[verse 1: tech n9ne]
and i’m back to the drama, yes that karma
double back and slap me without armour
troubled cats [?]
and a loveable act extractin that [?]
give me a reason why this season is seizing us
sin season of grievin’ i grim greed and the speeds of our fans feelin’ us
everybody around me downs me and it astounds me profoundly
whether they hound me or clown me, tryna keep my mind calm
but i keep six soundly around me off in my town and your county
but i hit that ground ’cause i found, i’m a walkin’ time bomb
i feel like a f-ckin’ maniac in public
when a flip the zaniac they love it
n-gg- this ain’t actin’
when i’m full of money, n-gg- this ain’t happenin’
when your dream boat sails away you just sob
get a regular job or start to robbin’ crazy
when losin’ your lady your heart harden so
i’ma keep it insane with my thirty thousand dollar chain
and use it as bait for n-gg-s who hate and wanna resurrect samhain
out of a sick n-gg-, with a short end of a stick i’ma stick n-gg-s
cap peela, you don’t want me to be that when i snap, n-gg-

[chorus]
one, two, gp’s comin’ for you
three, four, tecca’s at your door
five, six, got guns and clips
seven and eight, they sealed your faith
one, two, gp’s comin’ for you
three, four, tecca’s at your door
five, six, got guns and clips
seven and eight, they sealed your faith

[verse 2: liquid -ss-ssin]
f-ck you, i hate you, you fake, think you way cool
mistakes you gon’ make you gon’ pay with your face too
in case spray you lay you on pavement and shake you
from bullets that break you and take you to angels
you know i’m gon’ get cash, i know that you spit trash
collide with you quick crash, i box with you fist fast
i’m not what you think that, i won’t get them clips back
i don’t hesitate to grab the gun and pow
like tecca nina my guns go cha
gp comin’ through, n-gg- what you gon’ do
when i come into the room, gun aimin’ at you
click boom, you don’t wanna see your way to the tomb
when i come in with a crew, let’s play with them too
liquid -ss-ssin, i’ma ride for mine
b-tch -ss n-gg-, i’ma die for mine
i’ma grab the heat and i’ma pack the iron
one, two to your chest and one to your mind
ain’t n-body get best of me
i put you through more pain than pregnancy
i don’t really give a d-mn, what s-xy beast
still catch a rap beat when i take [?]
you don’t want me to even cut the clip bro
like a toilet bowl gon’ drop a sh-t load
slide to your pad and i’m creepin’ tip-toe
[?] contact let the clip go

[verse 3: k!lla c]
these boys are sick, these boys are foul
gonna lay face down, just ask me how
if you p-ss me off homie, then it’s straight f-ckin’ over
’cause my trigger finger’s switchin’ and i’m far from sober
i ain’t gon’ stop, it just ain’t in me
even if the prison is right where they send me
i slide right in, hollow tips in my clip
i’ma let ’em ride out, unless you give me my sh-t
stressin’ with my wesson, i’m gon’ teach you a lesson
when i come through and rob you consider it a blessing
suck my d-ck, b-tch, ’cause i hate you like a motherf-cker
at your front door, ’bout to make your mother suffer
phone cords and ropes, pistols and gauges
the world wants us dead locked away in them cages
we came and we conquered, we got what we wanted
years from now they’ll say that your house is haunted

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