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reese loc – everything dead lyrics

[chorus: reese loc]
i’m with tj, tell her pass me the knocks
every trip that we bend, we sending a lot
free bro, put a hole in his top
and i’m sliding with dede, gon up it n flock
now let’s talk on the facts
{ron?} tagged, hole in his back
{shawney?} tagged, them n+ggas is ass
mayback beat and i heard that he turned to a rat

[verse 1: reese loc]
new opp in the air, he push on the gas
relly saw me and jaybeez and ran laps
ayo rg, why he running?
he yell out “what’s gunnin”, put the beam to his m+ffin
new opp, nuski dead
i’m in the bronx and i’m tapping my chest
f+ck rah, he got hit in his head
used to f+ck with the mitch, now it’s еverything dead
on that block, late night
hop out thе v, i ain’t coming to fight
smoking lotti, went out by the night

[verse 2: sugarhill dede]
n+ggas thought she was cool
aj got hit, what did y’all do?
and them lil n+ggas p+ssy, but chatting in school
n+gga nunu got beat, he’s out with them too
like, now imma talk on the facts
yusef a b+tch, he got shot in his back
i’m with bro, tryna fl!ck at the makk
n+gga lefty got beat, n+gga coulda been back
like, now imma dump every track
me n mel, too tact
bro came home, still totin on straps
like, now ima cl!ck at they hat
[verse 3: sugarhill tj]
(ahhhhh)
(grrah, grrah, grrah)
(like, every opp shot n+gga)
(suck my +) (like)
(grah, grah, grah)
(ahhhh)
ayo rg, what’s the word
told nazzy, got hit won’t {?}
nuski, aj, wacked
rah rah dead, he got left inna cab
ayo reese, keep cl!cking
i’m on hots and we aiming at fitted
i’m so tired of these new n+ggas dissing
like what did y’all do?
nate, pop, ain’t make the news
lil {?} tried to diss, he got beat up in school
keep a 9 on my hip while i’m clutch my tool
tryna make it lit
it’s a couple of opps, can go down on the list
tidda, diddy, dead in my spliff
ahhhh
(tidda, diddy, dead in my spliff)
(dead in my spliff)
what the f+ck!
why they saying bro name?
they keep sucking my d+ck, nd they don’t put in pain
{?} tried to up it nd bang
ayo shh got hit, he got put onna chain
[verse 4: roscoe g]
if he try to reach, ima blow low
l+like, they know that i’m smoking on dummo
f+f+ck from the back, ima pull {?} out
like {?} 40, that boy try to run out
l+like, what happened to dommo?
he got hit with some hollows
spin thru they block in a whole black tahoe
f+five on the tints, if they try to +
five on the tints, if they try to follow
like, we on they block tryna make us a movie
throw a shot, leave a n+gga woosie
big 9, we ain’t sliding no {?}
like amiri can’t do a kazoobie
(like, grrah bang) (like amiri can’t do no kazoobie)

- reese loc lyrics

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