hardluck - all about new jersey (chief keef diss) lyrics
[intro]
i’m jersey n-gg-, i am jersey
the garden state
watch out for garden snakes
[hook]
little dirty n-gg- names chief coming crazy out the mouth
straight dissing on my state boy
like we don’t got ’em goons that will run up on the stage while you’re rapping, give it to you in your face boy
and i don’t give a f-ck if you blood or you cuz or you king or you folk or you great boy
it’s all about new mother-f-cking jersey
you know we got them hitters in new jersey
you heard about them k!llers in new jersey
don’t make me have them n-gg-rs do you dirty
[verse]
i pull up in that chevy red furry
n-gg-s acting like they never said nothing
hundred reels in that heavy -ss curbing
f-cker round in here here like every track on him
n-gg-s struck you for your chain, that’s some street sh-t
this n-gg- made a song about it, that’s some geek sh-t
but on some g sh-t?
you could never come to jersey unless you do a hundred shows on some free sh-t
this the garden state, this the murder cap
why you ain’t have your gun with you, where your thirty at?
where the f-ck is your three hundred homies at?
we was trying to tell them grimy n-gg-rs got a hold of that
patterson, we bring real [?]
shout out to my gooey n-gg-s, real ls
now everybody in the streets, middle fingers in the air, screaming f-ck a chief keef
now not us in new jersey gives the shot, we just real n-gg-s stating we don’t f-ck with chief keef
i got some little shorties in my city with some bullets in the man make his body delete
i swear to god it’s gonna be a m-ssacre
the ambulance; they gonna need a spatula
them jersey boys got the glow now
them jersey boys got your glow now
on sight b-tch is going down
i hold my gun like a crip sign when you throw it down
[hook]
little dirty n-gg- names chief coming crazy out the mouth
straight dissing on my state boy
like we don’t got ’em goons that will run up on the stage while you’re rapping, give it to you in your face boy
and i don’t give a f-ck if you’re blood or you’re cuz or you king or you folk or you great boy
it’s all about new mother-f-cking jersey
you know we got them hitters in new jersey
you heard about them k!llers in new jersey
don’t make me have them n-gg-rs do you dirty
[outro]
don’t make me have them boys run up on you n-gg-
again, n-gg-
you know how we rock, jersey the garden state
they told you to watch out for garden snakes, huh
n-gg-, we spilt blood to get where we at n-gg-
ain’t n-body gonna take this from us n-gg-, its our luck
boss mob, the big home
w-ssup, w-ssup?
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