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mk47 – who the face of the roc? lyrics

(mk+47 verse)

they know i be smokin’ the opps
like who the face of the roc?
hey taz, i’m smokin’ your pops
bdash gon’ hit ’em, get beat with the knocks
get st+rdy, get jiggy
hr be uppin’ the bl!cky
in the roc, it get busy
told bdash throw back to back shots like drizzy
in the city, they know how we get
told tdash just dump out the whip
ron ootin’, he uppin’ the stick
smokin’ on, you know he got hit
two chops, just throw
f+ck kenzie, you a hoe
tell taz, get low
smokin’ on wooski, i know that’s your bro
and i’m smokin’ on zay
in your face
don’t trip, better pick up the pace
smokin’ my deads, you must be laced
wooski been gonе for years, not days
and i’m doin’ this sh+t til i die
diss my mans, you will not survive
prеssin’ the b+tton, get smoked like a hyde
spin through the roc, i’m down for that ride
(hr verse)

like who really the face of the roc?
like who really was lettin’ off shots?
deven the demon pull up, we gon’ flock
he tried to run, he got hit in his top
yea we gon’ let off some shots
headshot, hit him in his top
my n+++++ spinnin’, pull up since they want to pull up, knock ’em out his socks
like d+mn, i just knocked him out his shoes
like love, i don’t know who to choose
like d+mn, he tried to run but i threw
i pull up on him and oot at his crew
like, my n+++++ know what i’m on
he tried to run ok bet, i’ma throw
like what, shoot it at his nose
bullets going to hit him, rippin’ through his clothes
d+mn, he got put on a shirt
that’s on bro, when i pull up, he hurt
my n+++++ pull up, we spillin’ this dirt
my n+++++ pull up, we spillin’ this dirt
my n+++++ pull up on your block
they say they want to pull up, get shot
no graves
my n+++++ spit on your grave
he tried to run, that’s on bro, get him put in his place
like glah
(mtf ron verse)

n+++++ know i’m the face of the roc
if a n++++ act dumb, then we poppin’ his top
don’t run when i spin on your block
n++++ i’ma keep cl!ckin, cl!ckin til he drop
lil opp hoe i’m still smoking her pops
and you n+++++ do know i’m still flockin’ for jock
lil opp hoe i’m still smoking her pops
and you n+++++ do know i’m still flockin’ for jock
like d+mn, who in that v?
that’s a opp, i’ma dump when we meet
don’t hide, cause on bro i’ma seek
and that’s word to my mother, i’m throwin’ like three
last n++++ had died over droppin’ my g’s
if i catch me a y, that’s on bro, he gon’ bleed
on a tee since he want to be seen
they like ron gettin’ deady, he spinnin’ for weeks
why n+++++ trying to talk this sh+t out?
grandma died with a c+ck in her mouth
cannot catch a perc cause this nikka be steady be hiding
if i do, then i’m bl!ckin’him down
f+ck your b+tch, put a sock in her mouth
i’m like why n+++++ talkin’ that sh+t for the clout?
f+ck your b+tch, put a sock in her mouth
i’m like why n+++++ talkin’ that sh+t for the clout?
how n+++++ be broke and they dissing?
get off d+ck and go get you some chicken
type of sh+t that i don’t even mention
and that’s word to my mother, gon’ cl!ck from distance
get mad when denim get to missin’
and that’s word to my dead, know i stay on my pivot
get mad when denim get to
and that’s word to my
they like ron he the face of the roc
actin’ dumb, bet your shooter get shot
that’s on bro bet i’m flockin’ a flock
me and bro gettin’ deady dummy off this za
they like ron he the face of the roc
actin’ dumb, bet your shooter get shot
that’s on bro bet i’m flockin’ a flock
me and bro gettin’ deady dummy off this za

- mk47 lyrics

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