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tee grizzley - god's warrior lyrics

[intro]
you know everything a n-gg- say be facts man like
i hope they don’t play this sh-t in court one day
if you look up some of the stories in my city
you will see the relation between the music

[verse]
everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin’ sh-t
droppin’ n-gg-s, droppin’ icy kids
f-ck a b-tch, drop her at her momma crib
not with the gossipin’, we do that robbin’ sh-t
any means, i’m gon’ eat
slide with the tank on full (yeah)
leave with the glock on e
i got a k, it hold 100
but i got lazy, only put 90
money make your whole team vanish
that’s a paper trick, origami
i be dolo, don’t need a posse
if you got the wave, i got the tsunami
chain hit like ike turner (what else?)
but i don’t beat b-tches, i beat bodies
i just bought some chain reactions just to stomp a n-gg- in versace
call me martin, i stay with the tommy
you lookin’ for me, p-ssy come find me
and i’m not gon’ sn-tch your chain, i’m gon’ take it off politely
so when i go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly
raised around k!llers, that’s how i’m cut
found out where he stay, don’t shoot the house up
lay in they bushes ’til your legs lock up
whoever walk outside first, drop some
lift that chopper up, go nuts (go nuts)
that was his momma, so what? (f-ck it)
n-gg- that’s your fault, we wanted your blood
and your b-tch take d-ck like a grownup
i’m a product of them streets (yeah)
sharks and hustlers, i’m from the d (yeah)
bring a n-gg- to the feast (yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
he get greedy, put him to sleep
they gotta identify him by his teeth
we gon’ k!ll you if you freeze
when your job was to squeeze, n-gg-

[beat change]

[verse 2]
i got an uzi and sound like, boom! (ooh)
i got a draco and it sound like, boom! (sheesh)
knock your sh-t open, the bullets explosive
fall and you getting stood-over (come here)
can’t run out of bullets in a shootout
taking my time counting as i’m blowin’
yeah, drumsticks, guitar-sized ar’s, we a little band
rapper diss me, i’m at every show like i’m his biggest fan
hollows in that sprinter van gon leave somebody crippled, man
you see your dj brain come through his head
you’ll turn religious, man
having my way, him see us up at the range, that’s practice, okay?
dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay
granny don’t even know the savage she raised, n-gg- (savage she raised, n-gg-)
ayy, 200k get you took off the planet today, n-gg- (holy water)
ayy, n-gg- hoes, i don’t feel ’em (feel ’em)
cut his head like a d-ck, let his homeboys deal him (b-tch)
f-ck who rockin’ with him
catch his b-tch at the mall while she shoe shopping, n-gg-
don’t let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that’s how i’m coming (that’s how i’m coming)
you not faster than no bullets, why is you running? (f-ck is you runnin’?)
i be talking to my glock like, “you be buggin'” (b-tch you be trippin’)
i put forgi’s on my drop, them b-tches rubbin’ (skrrt skrrt)
they like, “grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'”? (why am i thuggin’?)
big meech was rich, ain’t n-body asked him why was he hustlin’ (why was he hustlin’?)
what y’all need to ask is these n-gg-s why they be bluffin’ (fake -ss n-gg-s)
took my fn off my hip like, “you’ve been summoned” (bop!)

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