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k-mack - in baltimore lyrics

[intro]
real gun slingas’
where you at n-gg-s?
check it out yo’
if you real wave yo’ hands in the m-th-f-ckin air
all them blunts, hey yo’ hey yo’ hey yo’ yo’

[verse 1]
you want lyrics, well let the real n-gg-s run it
wack crews get confronted by the shorty that’s blunted
never fronted, you ain’t built, i’m from the thorough school
you couldn’t f-ck around if you had p-ssy in the whirlpool
i’m swift with this, i burn crews like hoes with syphilis, i slam
like doors in the face of jehova’s witnesses, pack the chrome
style’s fly like mrs. jones, lyrical mathematics
we have the devil smoking stones
i put heads to bed, lick shots and rapers fled
went to church a few times, now nuns trynna’ give me head
k-mack the ill shorty from the ville, you best to tell em’
lyrics bustin’ yo brain style, s-xin’ your cerebellum
(who?) some n-gg- named kim from the firm
i probably have to splat him (b-tch n-gg-)
talking trash about mack and don’t know me for matter
you ain’t real n-gg-, so stop yelling hip hop
loaded up my glock and welcome b-tches in the shop
the squad is annexx, the cruddy kid is who i be
twistin’ up some sensi that i copped from (?)
you n-gg-s best to wake the f-ck up
you’re in the wrong direction, guard your grill
you couldn’t make it in my f-cking section

[extended verse 1]
that’s how is going down
yeah
check it out yo’

[verse 2]
one for the blunts that i smoke, two for all the liquor i drink
makin’ your b-tch crew stop to grip and think
the cruddiest, i got more reasons to feelin’ baley
the sickest squad cuz’ my crew is puffin’ trees daily
you best to dust before the shorty get’s to clappin’
you n-gg-s actin’, so eat a d-ck with your bullsh-t rappin’
takin’ on your whole crew however you come, huh
i stand strong, don’t give a f-ck wherever you from
i walk the streets anytime the cash got me cravin’
collect my dough, feelin’ high soon as the herb is blazin’
hot metal i squeeze when i get heated
if my lyrics was drunk you punk p-ssy still couldn’t beat it
check for concrete tape styles that i be freakin’
lyrics be heatin’ got your melon leakin’ boldly speaking

[extended verse 2]
check it out n-gg-s
that’s for my n-gg-s on tha ave
check it out yo’
hey yo’

[verse 3]
i bring the ruggedness, the realness
k-mack will leave the mic’ scorchin’
verbal sk!lls, my raw style is worth a f-ckin’ fortune
rollin’ thick with my click some never heard of me
the click is annexx, wack crews headin’ for surgery
i clean my eyes bloodshot red, when i be chillin’
got the gift to manifest in your ears, lyrics be spillin’
ill style, i catch wreck, tag my name on the wall, on stages
rhythm relax (?) with elements and phrases
n-gg-s extinct kid, my style’s labeled blood sport
big up to my n-gg-s locked down holdin’ the love for me
i’m on a mission: bringin’ drama to compet-tion
takin’ flight, style’s tight, lyrics be sh-ttin’
when i’m done, (?) back to herb sellin’
with rhymes, i’m compellin’ leave a swelling on your melon
packin’ guns, servin’ fiends to get founds
up in the ville sh-t’s thick, my click travel in tons
wack crews i eliminate, my style’s mad ill
spark an l, then parlay and i remain tranquil in the ville
watch ya’ nugget, word is bond i got a full clip
your squad is bullsh-t, you b-tches better forfeit
it’s 95′, don’t be surprised when we arrive
lyrics (?) sh-t more bricks than high-rise
m-ss appeal, my style’s too danger for a herb to fit
i’m sendin’ rappers on a journey that is permanent
so tell me if you feel this, cap when i peel this
back to the lab cuz’ you ain’t ready for the realness
b-tch!

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