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t-y martyr - chiraq freestyle pt.ii lyrics

[intro:talking]
hey blood, you ever seen a dead body? (yells) norf squad up! norf the f-ck up ho!

[verse 1]
i’ll rob a n-gga kidnap his b-tch make her rob a church and then rob a bank, tell her give all the money back or she get smoked like a sausage link. don’t play games don’t waste time just make money and spend the sh-t, f-ck n-ggas talk down about me their whole life ’til i end the sh-t, bad b-tches i’m friends with them, and i give d-ck not benefits, glock 40 with the clip in it, and this week we’re going to extend the sh-t, pull up where he live and sh-t, aim at his chest to reveal the sh-t, and if he turns around and he tries to run he’ll get a wet back like an immigrant. f-ck n-ggas gone die first real n-ggas don’t live forever, been this cold my whole life who’s volunteering to give me shelter, no aim so i hit whatever, just point and i’m missing never, everlasting diarrhea i’m sick and been with the sh-ts forever
face to face backpack n-gga tell me what the f-ck you gone do, have you in the street with your hands up like mike brown yelling don’t shoot, you’ll never see my feet run but it’s guaranteed that my gun move, let his babymama catch a headshot and his newborn can get one too. don’t give a f-ck ’bout your family when you know i gotta feed mine and sh-t, guns up like 12 o’clock so you n-ggas knowing what time it is, hitters peeping through your blinds and sh-t, through your backdoor trying to find your sh-t, better take cover under the bed keep your mouth shut like a mime and sh-t, my norf n-ggas doing crime and sh-t, time and sh-t, all types of grimey sh-t, contract on your baby head have your babysitter come sign the sh-t
these girls fall like dominoes, give a heads up like geronimo, no sweat at all i’ll catch a body easy as a common cold. don’t give a f-ck what you think ’bout me, y’all dont be in the bank like me, i’ll burn a n-gga and rip a n-gga treat his -ss like a blank cd, and if these n-ggas really wanna flex on me and these b-tches really wanna play with me, imma get more graphic than the images on the playstation 3. i know bums that smoke crack and i know n-ggas that might supply it, put it in the pot and watch the white girl just start to dance like miley cyrus, i’m kinda quiet, but might get violent, if you p-ss me off perfect night for dying, i’ll find a spare tech before i find a tire, got a loud 40 but i like it silent. got a girl with some long hair pretty face and that head mean, her t-tties softer than a pillow set and her -ss jump like the bed spring, she also got a red beam, catch you in your sleep that’s a wet dream, and if a ho tries to invade her castle and come after me then that’s a dead queen

[verse 2]
it’s cashlete over everything n-gga family over everything, been murkin’ all these 910 n-ggas some things won’t ever change. yeah we been low-key but we make money and we make moves, god didn’t save his own son why the f-ck you think he gone save u?! i’m gone be a cold n-gga til the day that i stop my breathing, god done took so many of my n-ggas now that i stopped believing, don’t judge me b-tch cause i got a reason, i’m confident and i’m not conceited, got a blunt for smoking and a glock for squeezing, f-ck with me wrong and get shot to egypt. n-ggas talking like they body sh-t they don’t really be harming none, i don’t think they gone f-ck with we cause my n-gga troy got army guns. my n-gga cashlete ke i heard he’s a ladies man i’ll have him steal your b-tch, then have my boss pierre smoke yo -ss he be on his hippie sh-t. my n-gga mucci come to me in my dreams fam real sh-t, told me k!ll them f-ckin p-ssy n-ggas like they did him. so i remembered who did it and i made a f-ckin list, every n-gga on the south except 410 is a f-ckin b-tch, catch them at the park after dark jump out the f-ckin whip, say h-llo (say goodbye) then unload the f-ckin clip. i’m a street n-gga don’t give a f-ck bout this rappin, so when you see me no surprise i told you what the f-ck was gone happen, imma blow your brains on your window imma leave your guts in the traffic, imma take my ratchet keep on running then go bust on your parents. n-ggas was shooting sh-t they finally got a problem you happy, now who the f-ck gave that cross dressing f-ggot bobby a ratchet?! word on the street is they let you free i’m trying to see if it’s true, i got a new glock with a thirty round clip i’m trying to see what it do. this is a dead beat just like your pops, i remind me of your dad a lot, cause i fill a p-ssy up every time my magnum pop

[outro:talking]
better quit f-cking with me blood, hey shout out my north side n-ggas man free my n-gga skinny free my n-gga korey bethea rest in peace my n-gga mucci rest in peace my n-gga jeffery rest in peace my cousin drewpy shout out to my cash team shout out these ho n-ggas man. madison street 711 north main n-gga north side, north side the set norf gang

- t y martyr lyrics

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