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patrick cc: & beku san - violence prone lyrics

part i

[verse]
i married the trenches, we still goin’ steady
the hood got my heart
oh wait, they ain’t tell you already?
i’ll break down the chain of events
i ain’t give ’em an inch
who you gon’ call in a pinch?
big game player, don’t sit on no bench
you want it, i got what you need, ya dig?
all for a nominal fee, ya dig?
police gon’ ask what you seen, sh+t
you didn’t get it from me, huh
quarterback sneakin’ i run through the block
thirty+clip on me, i slide with the mop
eighteen 20s i run through the vox
ain’t never been rich, put that stick in a box
mmm, yeah, lord, forgive me, the devil gon’ get what he want, uh+huh
i got an m+4 semi hid under the hеmi inside of this truck, uh+huh
i brought the crime mob with mе, they holdin’ three twenties, they knuck if you buck, uh+huh
i got a green thumb everything that i touch, uh+huh
[chorus]
district zoned, public housing feels like home
violence+pr+ne, spandex money till it feels long
turn the wind to my back
form good, thought i ran track
duffle bag built like shaq
gonna take a while for me to unpack

part ii

[intro]
jakik, let ’em know

[verse 1]
this .38 with the nose m+ffled
make a p+ssy do the futsal shuffle
out of breath, just missed trouble
whole block did a twenty+yard shuttle
phone rang, seen the bag fumble
’til it died down, gotta hold double
had my mama peakin’ through the closed shutters
beggin’ me to send a f+ckin’ stunt double

[chorus]
district zoned, public housing feels like home
violence+pr+ne, spandex money till it feels long
turn the wind to my back
form good, thought i ran track
duffle bag built like shaq
gonna take a while for me to unpack
[verse 2]
two+for+one, come and get your bargain
on a couple bags of macaulay culkin
home alone stashin’ bread and garlic
got more sticks than the olive garden
family had to post bail
think the one+two know me too well
how the story goes, it’s a tall tale
of a young man tryna duck twelve

[outro]
yeah
days feel long, nights feel cold
devil tryna deplete my soul
god waits for the debt he’s owed
lord knows where this thing goes
word’s out, and you’ve heard it now
truth is, i’m more hungry now than i ever was when we started out
i’ll be d+mned if you ain’t gon see me now

- patrick cc beku san lyrics

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