merkules - in the field lyrics
[chorus]
you’ll see blood across the pavement
when we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life
you’ll see blood across the pavement
middle finger to the hops when we hittin’ up your spot
you’ll see blood across the pavement
we get it poppin’ in the street, all that talkin’ sh-t is cheap
you’ll see blood across the pavement
f-ck that rap sh-t, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no
[verse 1: uncle murda]
f-ck rap, i know how it feel to k!ll a man
these n-ggas don’t be in the field, they be on instagram
these streets’ is a full-time job, we don’t take nights off
we be pullin’ heat out on n-ggas, takin’ they ice off
n-ggas stay shootin’ at me, but they’ll never clap me
all my ops is p-ssy, where the diamonds from dead daddy?
don’t let shots, head shots, we merkin’ you n-gga
mike’ll smack your mother for birthin’ you n-gga
it was cheap to get him k!lled, it cost a louis belt
that strap he had on his waist ain’t do him no help
who gon’ raise your kids with that being said n-gga?
you ain’t no deadbeat, you just dead n-gga
dead ’cause you was beefin’ with the wrong one
your girl pregnant? you ain’t get to meet your newborn son
now he gon’ grow up in the trap n-gga
that lil n-gga might be pumpin’ my packs n-gga
might make him go shoot something for merkules
he feelin’ himself now, he think he hercules
[chorus]
you’ll see blood across the pavement
when we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life
you’ll see blood across the pavement
middle finger to the hops when we hittin’ up your spot
you’ll see blood across the pavement
we get it poppin’ in the street, all that talkin’ sh-t is cheap
you’ll see blood across the pavement
f-ck that rap sh-t, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no
[verse 2: merkules]
just got a call from uncle murda, we gon’ f-ckin’ turn up
and we ain’t talkin’ pocket rockets when we tuck the burner
you hit with enough sh-lls to fill a bowl of macaroni
b-tch, i’m married to his music screaming “holy matrimony!”
there ain’t no one swaggin’ on me, i’m the flyest of the century
they p-ssy, they won’t look into the eyes of all they enemies
on a bench with a stick on me, like i just got a penalty
they know i got the sauce, that’s why they tryin’ to get the recipe
these uppercuts can f-ck you up, they might affect your memory
murda got a brand new burner, she named penelope
they won’t tell it to my face, they know my resume is straight
never ran, never ratted, this is planet of the apes
too smooth with it, i ain’t even had to catch a case
graduated from the game with straight a’s in first place
so much ice around my wrist, you think it’s forty below
i’m good in brooklyn like i’m homies with hope, you already know
[interlude]
yo, someone grab another bottle, it’s a celebration right now motherf-ckers. woo! let’s go!
[chorus]
you’ll see blood across the pavement
when we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life
you’ll see blood across the pavement
middle finger to the hops when we hittin’ up your spot
you’ll see blood across the pavement
we get it poppin’ in the street, all that talkin’ sh-t is cheap
you’ll see blood across the pavement
f-ck that rap sh-t, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no
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