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royal peasants - die mf die lyrics

[intro: +sample+]
“move against a thoroughbred, dummy that’s just unwise
it’s all about the bullets, so never watch the gun size”

[verse 1: i. blast]
this to all the n+ggas running they lips
i got a whole lotta slugs, but they names on the ones in my clip
yeah n+gga i flip and i grind too
the tool’s updated so don’t worry if the whip is a nine+two
i bang on ‘em, still toting the thang on ‘em
if we k!ll every snitch ain’t no one to sang on us
you don’t wanna get it on
never seen a set this strong
my clique built from two different hoods that don’t get along
since the last time you saw me it’s more paper
morе b+tches, more snitches and morе haters
i’ma c+ck it and squeeze
i put in work in the hood, that’s why i’m good on any block in the dg, holla

[interlude 1: +samples+]
“looking for kilos” “in the hood where the heat blow”
“four burners on me”
“i keep it like a stovetop, creeping up to smoke cops”
“looking for kilos” “in the hood where the heat blow”
“four burners on me”
“i keep it like a stovetop, creeping up to smoke cops”
[verse 2: fflex]
pumping and dumping that’s gun and some trees
ain’t nothing where you running get the gun at ya’ knees
like, run n+gga run you ain’t bust it then leave
go to [?] and now you hate and you ain’t nothing to me
i know crips, but i’ll leave ya’ face covered in b
l+o double d, that’s double indeed
pull you losers through to shooters if it’s trouble you need
‘round here we shampoo: bubble with ease
holla, watch the barrel, pop yo’ collar
born outta place i’ll pull bone out ya’ face
with the chrome at the waist in the zone for the chase
treat ‘em like prostitutes get, blown for the cake

[verse 3: urbn logix]
splitting bones if i blaze lift his soul into sp+ce
freedom fight, for the truth, and expose all the fakes
glock filled with cop+k!llers going for the jake
get it popping catching bodies like a cold or a case
no one is safe, you could get robbed man
shot, and locked down and poked with a shank
thrown in a cage, held behind them bars
it’s still free cypher star until he’s home [?]
smoking that stank lie back from a bid
see that’s why younger brothers try, handling biz
that’s what it is, gangsters blam for the wigs
screaming ‘die motherf+cker die’, blasting a pig
[interlude 2: +samples+]
“who the f+ck is the boss?” “shooters up”
“tell me, who the f+ck is the boss?” “stop fronting”
“aim it a fed” “cops coming”
“aim it a fed” “‘bout to get popped with a hot something”
“who the f+ck is the boss?” “shooters up”
“tell me, who the f+ck is the boss?” “stop fronting”
“aim it a fed” “shots dumping”
“aim it a fed” “‘bout to get popped with a hot something”

[verse 4: loss one]
check it, yeah
a lethal weapon when i spark, i leave opponents in the gravel
teach a lesson to these p+wns and strange associates of babel
smoking on the chalice nah blunts that’s laced with hash is why i’m
smoking overdosing paranoid of what’s around me
unmarked cars, and mans that looks suspicious too
enter through the vision of some n+ggas that get busy too
sentences from benchmen keep us locked up in the system tapped
eating scr+ps, pimping packs, all across the city dudes
all across my city too, gutter grimy sl+ts to mine or scuff on by this f+cked up high ‘cause yes i wanna let it move
government officials too, mason and these changing faces
in league with brotherhood of snakes but who we aiming to?
yes you know i bang the r, but you know i slang the p
yes you heard my name before, l+o+double s indeed
deep up in the trenches with my bredrens we possessing the essentials to ascend through the repression of this h+ll regime
[outro: +sample+]
“somebody gonna get hurt real bad”

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