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monkey (67) – hard way lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you dun know what it is already, told you 67, [?] up in the jailhouse, free all the drillers, the trappers, the shooters, the stabbers, everyting innit, free up everyone, free itch, asap, snoopy, dimzy, c-rolls, [?], scribz, [?]
free up everyone man, soon home

[verse 1: monkey]
67 to the death of me
yeah, me and my bruddas built this sh-t, man, this our legacy
young armed and [?]
bro went jail when he was 17
this ain’t [?] my bro, man, affi feed the fiends
all i wanted was some money, since i hit a teen
played the big machines
then tried to pour a brudda down, blow him to smithereens
no joke like mr beans
sittin’ in jail for elizabeth, i love the queen
i can’t believe they took snoopy again (free the guys)
and they locked my bro [?] for a skeng
it was us n-gg-s ridin’ on your block (us)
.25 on us then, most my n-gg-s in a prison cell, free all my mens
free my little savage kids, he got half in a ten
my bruddas pattern thames side, we ain’t gotta pretend (trust)
first day of the year, you was tryna make a bad b talk in your ear
man was 4d, tryna make a man disappear
a man can’t f-cking betray us
and my young boy dip you in [?]
nighttime say his prayers
smoking cookie from the bay, yeah that’s my kinda flavours

[chorus: nana dams]
hey, hey, hey, hey
you know i get it the hard way
stretching bujj [?] was my dark days
counting cake with us, they’re always saying “happy birthday”
now all the peng ones be looking for my last name
don’t ten toes on the strip with 7 way before the calf game
free the k!llers, they was really tryna blast frames
yeah, you know i get it the hard way
and i’ma keep it real until my last days

[verse 2: ld]
i seen the cells, i seen the courts, i seen the free floors
a pound to last a whole day, i f-cking seen broke
i see low, so i stay high, through the weed smoke
and we know, that they don’t bang, they f-cking beam jokes
i light them up just like some weed smoke and say my prayers
i’m coming home from label talks and then i’m banging later
67, i’m deya, bro just copped a sprayer
he said you rap, i’ll do the banging, you just thank me later
oboe on our back, we’re still riding
conspiracy knocking, we still hiding
eight man forcing [?] it’s all frightening
tell ’em phone me up, i’ll send p’s, i ain’t [?], that’s real sh-t
jump around on stage with same bruddas that i drill with
share the same clothes, same smoke, same nose whiff
and you know i deal with any problem coming my way, i get it drilled quick
i switch flows on ’em, shaniqua, taniqua, i want both of ’em
but they family was some opps and i blow smoke on ’em
weed smoking enemies, i quit smoking [?] but i’ll still smoke your friend

[outro]
n-gg- [?] n-gg-s really tryna blast me (woo)
hey, hey, hey

- monkey 67 lyrics

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