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mickey diamond – price of love lyrics

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[intro]
spanish ran
what?

[verse 1]
i put that on me and your favourite rappers
my whole team filled with steppers like a baited capper
hidden message in my records if you play it backwards
diamond might be many things, but i ain’t a slacker
my shorty wars fire, i’m a hacker
you put me on a track and i’ma chew it like tabaca
tailor+made, i ain’t cuttin’ n+ggas slack at all
they get fouled in them courts and this ain’t basketball
no cap, i’m givin’ you the facts and all
i tell you, roleplay is the challenge, the captains called
i’m watchin’ n+ggas stocks, they on a rapid fall
i stage a revoke, we blastin’ through the castеr walls
liquor callin’ my name, i’m not at all ashamed
my heart and pain, i turn it all to knowlеdge gain
we really playin’ with them sticks, it’s not at all a game
so it’s hard for me to take you serious like marlon wayans (diamonds)

[chorus]
down to my last twenty
e&j, that’s the poor man’s henny
take a swing, you gotta pour your own troubles
if i do this for us then we all bubble
if my prices go up then we all double
one n+gga droppin’ the ball then we all fumble
a thin line between life, and drugs
now my verses expensive like the price of love (what?)
[verse 2]
i be the realest rhymin’, illest timin’
meet me on the moon like phyllis hyman
the highest mountain in the world, my n+ggas still’ll climb it
the sweet smell of defeat, how could you k!ll a tyron?
i set you n+ggas straight, that’s a wheel alignment
get you rappers out the way, that’s my real assignin’
quit hangin’ on my coattail
you hangin’ on a hope and still livin’ off of coke sales
i test my own sh+t, just to show you that the dope’s real
the whole crew got a name, you n+ggas broke, chill
like o’neal, i feel like shaquille
i know some hoes on the heel that shake sh+t like shakira
the ghost in the sh+ll, you can’t touch, but she feel ’em
translate through white noise, and paranormal rhythms
see through all the smoke screens with clair, voy, and vision
i keep it so clean, bottles for the whole team, n+gga (it’s the umbrella, b+tch)

[chorus]
down to my last twenty
e&j, that’s the poor man’s henny
take a swing, you gotta pour your own troubles
if i do this for us then we all bubble
if my prices go up then we all double
one n+gga droppin’ the ball then we all fumble
a thin line between life and drugs
now my verses expensive like the price of love (what?)



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