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lord infamous - shanks lyrics

[hook] 4x
shanks n-gga, shanks n-gga
gimme everything out yo bank n-gga
shanks n-gga, shanks n-gga
(?) gimme up them brains n-gga

[verse 1: lord infamous]
a struggle on concrete, they stick you in lock down for 23 and a half hours a day
black guerrilla family, aryan brotherhood in this place where all the k!llers they play
vice lords and gangster disciples, the m-ssacre mob, ain’t no guards concernin’ me
[?] into your jugular, ain’t no d-mn surgery, ain’t no infirmary
come in this b-tch with a nickle, next thing you know: you in this sh-thole for 15 years
never come home, ’til your b-tch move on, all your kids are grown, you got no kids
mommy just died but you can’t see the funeral, in restraints at the f-ckin’ wake
you contemplate suicide everyday, if you wanna live, n-gga better sharpen that shank

[verse 2: lil jack]
we got sickles and hatchets, kidnap ’em, detach all they h-izz-ead and drop ’em in baskets
many razor blade gashes, murder with p-ssion, stabbin ’em, yellin’ out “manson!”
with matchin’ caskets full of (?) till they skull is fractured
you on some trash, you n-ggas stashin’ hazards, f-ggot b-st-rds, wrecked his -ss up
get cast-e-rated, don’t get decapitated, my guillotine hit his neck, his life evaporated
i got a couple gangsta b-tches with me m-st-rbatin’, she told me “gucci mane g-y be exaggeratin'”
shanks n-gga, you a tame n-gga
i pull rank, eyes tighter than a ch-nk n-gga
shanks n-gga, shanks n-gga
these rappers ain’t hard as you think, n-gga

[hook] 4x

[verse 3: lord infamous]
blay!
you b-tches soft, oh so soft, got no b-lls, ripped and robbed
on that yard, callin’ god, save me god, salad toss
this ain’t oz, prison guards, just like ricky ross
l!ckin’ out yo -ssh0l- raw, strikin’ like a lightning rod
sidle lambs into the slaughter (?) tripped ’em, whip them harder
40 glocc should be ashamed, how you got punked by the game
penetration is severe, put a slug in his inner ear
when it came up out the rear of his brains, windshield just got smeared
i’ll expose all rappers actors, y’all just pose, you n-ggas hoes
if you came up with that role b-tch, i will whoop you out yo clothes
don’t believe everything you see, i don’t hate, i’m just sick of fakes
even (?) end up lurking, have him evade a stang

- lord infamous lyrics

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