universal soldiers – undiluted lyrics
[verse 1: ultra v]
i want wong, money
gimme that shit
your gyal wanna look in my face
i’ll spit on that b-tch
your man get exposed, wrist all froze
i come and put the the bullets on the track
yeah, with them pistol flows
i don’t fuck around, man in bristol on
the ultra’s on top, and i don’t kiss no hoes (fuck off)
it’s m o b, [like food and mc ds?]
we rep for the youts that smoke their tvs
they steal from their mum, k!ll just for the funds
smoke yeng in their drums and bust skeng at the sun
imma live my life
even when i’m dying
and i always tell the truth
even when i’m lying
call me ray doyle
food won’t spoil
got the cats dribbling
when the bicarbs boil
got the corner all smoked out
dealers scared to take their c-ke out
when they see the strap handle poked out
it’s on you
i stick you, or your crew
yeah, move to the country
that’s how a don moves
sixth gear in the v6
got three chicks
on the a12
acting like they’ve never ever seen d-ck
yeah, that’s ric (yeah, yeah)
that’s my bredren kevin
b-tch’ll wanna c-m once i wanna bust 7
got my d-ck all rock from viagra that i popped
and you wait ’til i grab the ecstasy from out my sock
[verse 2: ricochet]
i’m a bitter pill
you swallow and slowly burn your oesophagus
bringing verbal apocalypse from this urban metropolis
my followers
say that my rhymes shine like phosphorus
the road quoting my lines, though i’m anonymous
the weed can only see my [?] like an [?] (jackal)
i went from bad apple to rottenest
‘cos i’m a proper slang novelist
them 22s have got a screw loose like slobodan milosevic
youts are shot from gang politics
that’s why the feds stop to clock us with telescopic binoculars
so many rappers sound monotonous
while i’m non-stopping bomb dropping
and hotting up all thermometers
we came in this game as foreigners
and even while i’m [?]
so for me to be beaten you’ll need a coroner
my peeps are deep in the street, it seems bottomless
the hottest shit that we shot got police watching us
so when i’m not scoring with [yang?] i’m [?]
watching you crumble like a quarter of hash
i k!ll
youts without the use of borers or gats
truly vicious when i spit, this shit’ll slaughter all cats
i’ll have your pickney dressed [?] in black
[?] ‘cos i’m the genghis khan of this shit
i [?] when i rap, but
i only write when i’m in zone
i’m showing all you rhymers what it’s like when the king’s home
biters get excited [?] my style i got [?] tings [?]
that’s why they’re going through my file with a thin comb
i’m married to the hustle, my wife is a slim phone
we’re quick to flip the green and white with a ringtone
but don’t forget, i spit the fire and brimstone
[?]
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