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lord infamous – gangsta lyrics

[talking]
yea mane i tell you about these
tampon gangsta -ss n-ggas mane
motherf-ckin’ lice …
mane all you n-ggas eat d-ck mane

[hook]
f-ck with me you f-ckin’ with the best
and you also f-ckin’ with the wrong one
i will hit you with the millimeter gun
get the millimeter gun blow out yo lungs
like them old italians, mafia gangsta son
when you see me comin’ better run for f-ckin’ cover
bomblay, mafia, bomblay, mafia
bomblay, mafia, bomblay, mafia
bomblay, mafia, bomblay, mafia
bomblay, mafia, bomblay, mafia

[verse 1]
don’t get smacked in the face with a louisville slugger
crack yo whole cranium into fragments like a puzzle
on this cocaine hustle, rabid dog need a muzzle
do you in and throw your f-ckin’ carc-ss
to them d-mn buzzards
cut yo tongue out yo mouth, have ya t-a-talk and stutter
drag you b-tches to the river, get you muddy m-th-f-cker
lord loc on this opiates and c0ke, don’t provoke
take a toke and blast a (?)-size hole in yo throat
then i bury these n-ggas in back of a villa
pcp and paink!llers, put yo brain in da blender

[bridge]
mystic styles of me ancient mutilations
cross my path, there’s gonna be some complication

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m a legend where i’m from, the n-gga you want to become
when these words come up from lungs, i see you n-ggas turnin’ on
tennessee and amityville, chainsaw m-ssacre k!ll
when i feel a litte ill i go and pop me fifty pills
or i drain my litte pains with some heroin in my veins
it may seem somewhat insane that i drink some pure cocaine
lord yoda, no soda, take a photo of my dojo
hit you with the han solo in my polo f-ckin’ boots lolo
murderers, robbers, dealers, k!llers
you want some combat n-gga put some nickel in ya ticker
this is the thrust that’ll bust yo guts
and make you get up and do the f-ckin’ memphis d-mn strut

[hook] 2x

- lord infamous lyrics

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