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karma (zone 2) x yardsz – armed and ready lyrics

[verse 1: karmakayos]
armed and ready, ready and armed
man get burried, hold that steady
spray that semi, man just blast
teaching lessons, ain’t no cl-ss
p-ss that weapon, man get garn
karmakayos, call me karmz
rambo there h-lla man get harmed (get harmed)
back out my nank and dance (splash, splash)
best run, it’s your only chance
ready shin0bi stance (shin0bi, shin0bi)
splash man down but it ain’t no bath (splash, splash)
i don’t feel bad man i always laugh
it’s tight right now no time right now
cah i’m always on road and i always graft (i do)
them man don’t have no heart (they don’t)
them man there half-hearted
gas gun your ting just farted (eugh, eugh)
i’ll grip a real ting and bark it (bow, bow)
they grip gas guns they’re -rs-s
i get shavey, shave that b-st-rd
them man there some peter parkers
jump in wheels i’m f-cking laughing
them man there some peter parkers
jump in wheels i’m f-cking laughing
gonna take kids that pedo with my amigos
you’re no bro like me though
fat pack, fatter than ceelo bagging up [?]
line up an opp on the d-low (i do)
1 yute in chinos grabbing his reload
and he ran away with people (skeet, skeet)
now i gotta run man down
p-ssed off now cah my belly got a st-tch like lilo (uhh, uhh)
got smoke no chemo aim for the reload
got it on lock no keyhole
smoke loud i’m lifted n-ggas ain’t with this
man i got gyaldem addicted (i do)
know karma’s gifted yeah i’m karma
but it ain’t none of your business
i spread my sickness me i’m fly
flyer than the flying nimbus
10 toes doing up fitness doing my own ting
you can call me a misfit
i’m armed and ready, ready and armed
come to your block get shifted (get moved, moved)
man done said ip dip ip dip do
man i’ll go dip up a wig quick
you don’t know about me and i don’t know about you
but lowe all the talk you’re a victim
big batty girl like madness beat that badness
you can hear speech through the mattress (r-ss that)
give uck come practice stop all the chat
i know you as an actress (i do, do)
like trap man active
don’t chat sh-t cause i’ll still hold man captive
like i’m too ruthless how can i do this?
bust man’s jaw for amus-m-nt
ring trap diddy no day off
ting gon’ spray off
man tell a p-ssio “lay off” (ay lay off)
from i step in the room it’s kayos (that’s karma)
these yutes ain’t on they stay off (they do)
free bro locked up he’s kway off (ay)
kway off the map it’s mad (free him up)
free s, danger and k-ss (free them all)
my opps are wissy w-ss
put a k on my name you’re mad (you’re crazy)
make a n-gga feel pain like max
if a n-gga feel brave get taxed (get what?)
’bout beefing me you’re fr-ssed (you’re mad)
more time i won’t leave and lack
shanked up, have a n-gga all breathing mad
’nuff blood, have a n-gga all screaming fam
“oh no, no, no” like cleveland fam (no, no)
my bro might squeeze and bang
come with the ting, gun lean on man
your girl right there but she know man
no snitching so she don’t see no man
she know me and he know fam
cah he ain’t ever seen them
she know me and he know fam
cah he ain’t ever seen no

[verse 2: yardsz]
look man from pecknarm where that corn flies (flies, flies)
they said they’re bad but it’s all lies (liars, liars)
i swear down the most sh-t in ends they could ever do in their whole lives (whoo)
cause i f-cked a b-tch and then left that (gone)
i’ll find a new one and kweff that (kweff it)
i told her she’s a side ting so just play your part like a left back (go left)
oh sh-t, it stops again (ahh, ahh)
cutting tru’ with the mop again
hope this boo don’t flop again
stranglee man, no oxygen (never)
big up all of my thotties them
ucking man till my c-cky’s dead
telling me how my c-cky’s leng (yeah, yeah)
i told that b-tch that ucky’s 10
oh sh-t, oh sh-t
bare drama i see them man they — oh sh-t, oh no
it’s kayos with that — you vexed?
didn’t you know?
didn’t you know that i roll with the pole any time ting’s ments?
man’s so green, man’s so lean
i’m so gone so i ain’t got sense (no sense)
but, how can man be chatting sh-t when n-ggas really are f-ggots? (f-ggots)
zone 2 jump out gang my n-ggas causing bare damage
the yute get drop and [?] clock that donnies really can’t manage (nah, nah)
pecknarm where i’m from i know my n-ggas cause damage
chop up mandem like cabbage (gone, gone)
tell that young boy “don’t panic” (gone, gone)
if i got the beater on me just know that yardie gon’ blam it
chop up mandem like cabbage (gone, gone)
tell that young boy “don’t panic” (gone, gone)
if i got the beater on me just know that yardie gon’ blam it (bow, bow, bow)

- karma zone 2 x yardsz lyrics

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