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husalah - bonus track #1 lyrics

[verse 1]
n-gga this is, dope sh-t for real n-ggas to mob to
husalah husalah if i, need to remind you
thirty-six shots on my side dude
if it’s really on suckas die when i slide through
plus i got twenty-fours on the drop
knockin’ hoes on the spot off top
n-gga my gun go dumb blam mob sh-t dumb slap
everytime the husalah rap boppas get dumb ready
i f-ck wid work not sl-ts they both come in heavy
white sh-t two times on my frouton
either with ya wife or crack my face a coupon
that’s low price sally toss a crouton
hold crack in ya b-tt b-tch the hus real
plus i got a left cross that’ll slap and leave a n-gga stiff
leave a n-gga like a bootleg tape
when i rip a n-gga wid this razor in his face grace his face
everytime i did the ’73 caprice they see the whip is way older than me
out listenin’ to the stupid freaks
sl!ck rick freaky james in the trunk
when i dump on a punk n-gga what it’s young hus

[hook]
ya say one thing and do another
creepin’ but the husalah’s ready for the smother
my n-ggas’ll k!ll you, k!lllll youuuu

ya say one thing and do another
creepin’ but the husalah ready for the funk man
my n-ggas’ll k!ll you we ready for the smother

[verse 2]
i write music in the dark off the beat of my heart on a cold, block
waitin’ for the heat to spark
itchin’ for the sun to go down
cause when my shiver start
if it’s all to ya eyes keep f-ckin’ wid the husalah
cause from my stand point i’m seein’ n-ggas self destruct
it’s not cool how my day to day life go
big rims and rifles high guy where my knife’ll go
it’s the violation committed by alleged defendant
my dna real mob i’m a royal defendant
a royal descendant of pure hustlin’ dominicans
n-ggas oil and chickens
and padico c0ke for milk that n-ggas is sniffin’
simply to make it simplistic, my building’s terrific
i feel it, what n-ggas tryna do but lace me wid the mob
i’m resurrectin’ the era of ’94 just to make it pop
and when it’s dumb -ss back lit we stack chips
whether we stack bricks or learn from this rap sh-t
i come through wid the fifty round and clack sh-t
clack clack cla-clack like i hits dome called
dome called dome called body sh-t

hook

[verse 3]
every since i, was a young buck n-gga
i ain’t never in my life been a young punk n-gga
known for my knock outs and dumpin’ on n-ggas
i ain’t talkin’ bout suckas ya had to be stone k!llas
and that’s the way we got our stripes yo
i swear to god my whole life i sold c0ke white bro
never had a chance to take a fl!ck wid a prom date
never seen the tenth grade let alone graduate
and that’s sad for ya nig but i was lovin’ it
soakin’ h-lla game from the og’s that was f-ckin’ wid
nino g-mac west on a late night hype
he caught a hot one took eight
them p-ck-rwoods tried to give him life
i was out there wid ruler that night
he went down got back like nine zips of cooked crack
these fake rappers keep dreamin’ man
most my nights i cooked and sleep in the evenings man
but you could only feel it if you lived that life tho
this the type of sh-t i think about at night bro
k!lling, drug dealing, and prost-tution
upholdin’ the fifth amendment of the const-tution
homie said he’s wid the sh-t but never got arrested
wearing a stop snitchin’ shirt, but you the one tellin’
now ya only gettin’ seen in remote towns
pop up in the bay and get yo b-tch -ss mowed down

[talking]
it’s the mob we the main event n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
boss gang my n-ggas but we gon’ keep it lit tho n-gga
you feel me?
n-ggas talkin’ bout k!lling
that’s some funny sh-t

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