lord infamous – leaking lyrics
[hook: indo g] 2x
get it planned what you pay
gon’ break ’em off
post up with decay
gon’ break ’em off
let ’em know who da boss
gon’ break ’em off
now leakin’ hot sauce
[verse 1: lord infamous]
blay!
standin’ in the acid rain
skin meltin’ off my face, you can see my veins
clothes hanger up his nose, pull out some brain
rap the .45 through his t–th – chitty bang bang
n-ggas meltin’ like salt poured on a snail
slice your pupils, have your b-tch -ss needin’ braille
eat a sack lunch in a f-ckin’ whole sale
pay my lawyer with cocaine and post a d-mn bail
i’m lord infamous the villain, come with me to h-ll
break down the thrax and snort me a wicked rail
pulled up with my playa partner pumpin’ pistol grip
erase the whole strip, walkin’ with a gangsta limp
don’t make me trip
run up with the mossberg, heads tossed on the curb
b-tch don’t you say a word, this sh-t can get absurd
run up with the mossberg, heads tossed on the curb
b-tch don’t you say a word, get your f-ckin’ face blurred
[hook: indo g] 2x
get it planned what you pay
gon’ break ’em off
post up with decay
gon’ break ’em off
let ’em know who da boss
gon’ break ’em off
now leakin’ hot sauce
[verse 2: indo g]
(?) how kids washin’ ’em with these ways
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chicken
the chinese get me explained
framed like i’m hussein
i’m a bad -ss mane
they scared to see me shine
now that’s some godd-mn shame
i’m a full grown pit
you boys is like chihuahua
me and the chinese boys fight
you gon’ get ate, slaughter
like texas chainsaw m-ssacre n-gga
breakin’ the best in the game
but i took a chill pill
stackin’ my figures
boy it’s hard in these streets
knee-deep up in this game
if i don’t hustle; i don’t eat
can’t front you nothin’ mane
the f-ckin’ snow
b-tch the show must go on
wrong place, right time
do or die ’bout me and mine
crime pays, ounces, pounds, bricks
n-ggas catchin’ cases
over the phone, leavin’ traces
all up in yo f-ckin’ matrix
watchin’ n-gga, watchin’ b-tch
and watchin’ blood
when sh-t hit the fan
it’s just you and f-ckin’ judge dummy
[hook: indo g] 2x
get it planned what you pay
gon’ break ’em off
post up with decay
gon’ break ’em off
let ’em know who da boss
gon’ break ’em off
now leakin’ hot sauce
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