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urltv - fonz vs. drugz lyrics

fonz vs. drugz lyrics
[round 1: fonz]
you fast+writin’+ass b+tch!
outta all the n+ggas in this sh+t that write fast, you one of the active ones
and you got a land lord on banned, though (bando)?
n+gga, this a trap for drugz (drugs)
and i’mma pack you up
my last bout? chris brown house, f+ckin’ up another goonie n+gga
’cause smack know what i do to y’all scrubs
sh+t, i done ran through a few of y’all bums
after this, they gon’ say “that man a goat” (manigault)
’cause i went from the basketball court to shootin’ up drugz (drugs)
i’d rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
i know the families ain’t gon’ handle it well
but f+ck it, i can manage a sale
this is supposed to be rum next, but we gon’ see if you can handle the sh+lls
so let drug test and i’mma be in front of a panel of 12
i load the hammers wit’ sh+lls!
soon as wе was done wit’ the business
i said “son just a victim”
my еxact f+ckin’ words is “i’mma do this n+gga dirty, p (pee)
y’all gon’ have to call drugz and assist him!”
goonie gang?
i know that breakup had y’all feelin’ real torn
but b+tch, you ain’t been in no real storms
shootouts or real wars
so i don’t give a f+ck who hit a l!ck wit’ drugz (liquid drugs)
’cause none of these n+ggas’ll peel for him (pill form)
you a real corn!
how you wait ’til you was d+mn near 30 to start bangin’?
you deserve this death
you was+ yeah
you deserve this death
(+fonz stumbles slightly+)
how you wait ’til you was d+mn near 30 to start bangin’?
b+tch, you deserve this death
lame n+gga
you ain’t put in no pain, k!lla
out here thinkin’ that the perk is set (percocet)?
b+tch, the he+rs+ is next
that’s the problem! it’s all about the timing wit’ drugz
i mean, h+lla n+ggas out here bangin’
but when it comes to yusef, it looked super bad (superbad)
’cause you wasn’t even grindin’ wit’ blood
boy, i got that call on monday, i feel like they was linin’ me up
’cause i ain’t even plan to spar
now i’m x’in’ a x n+gga
sh+t sound like a xanny bar
turn the cameras off
n+gga, we can let the cameras spit
we can let the ca+
turn the cameras off!
and we can let the cannons spit
(+fonz stumbles/chokes+)
f+ck…

now i’m x’in’ a x n+gga + that’s a xanny bar!
turn the cameras off!
and the gun…aaggghhh
turn the cameras off…
turn the cameras off…

(+at this point, fonz and drugz are both walking in circles on stage going over their material + drugz is rehearsing, fonz is remembering. fonz overhears drugz muttering to himself)

shut the f+ck up
i’m ’bout to cook you + watch this
turn the cameras off…

turn the cameras off!
and n+gga, i’ll clap a gun, sn+tch you up
louisville crack ya mug
trust me, it’ll literally get bad if i bat (batch) ya, drugz (drugs)!
and twork, when it’s yo’ turn to get booked, it’s a wrap for blood!
why you actin’ tough?
we was both nwx
i mean, that squad was heavy, my n+gga
shine, dna, fonz, t+top, don
i mean, we was ready, my n+gga
even yusef off the bench like the 76ers
you’se a bum!
how you go from goonies to nwx to guntitles?
n+gga, you’se a son
i mean, this b+tch done ran through so many cliques, we don’t know which group he (groupie) love
shoot a gun!
if you ask me, n+ggas some hoes
that midnight madness got ’em trippin’
i don’t know what n+ggas is on
i guess that team sh+t is vital
surf got him thinkin’ he strong
but tonight, you can’t lean on a title
you gotta take this whippin’ alone (in a loan)!
grippin’ the chrome!
go and get your boss to talk to me!
and tell surf i ain’t wit’ none of that stupid sh+t
tsu (sue) a b+tch: cardi b
pardon me!
you said you lost to foe ’cause of time limits?
b+tch, i’m callin’ your bluff
and then you said remy cheated for the n+gga?
that’s when you f+cked all the way up!
boy, you was makin’ statements for the judges to cut the time
n+ggas some b+tches
try that sh+t wit’ fonz
n+gga, please! i ain’t gettin’ rid of a sentence!
i’m sick of n+ggas pretendin’!
you got sent on a mission
and yeah, i knew drugz (drugs) was fake, but i took him anyway ’cause i’m a gremlin!
y’all trippin’!
y’all trippin’!
y’all trippin’
make this n+gga own them mothaf+ckin’ l’s
i’m just sayin’, that sh+t soft
y’all keep playin’ that sh+t off
why come all these n+ggas in power seem to go ghost when it comes to sayin’ this b+tch lost?
james st. patrick
yeah, we knew it was drug money, but why you think they brought him to tru foe?
to get washed
i’m p+ssed off!
’cause these n+ggas lazy as f+ck
my whole grind came from the mud

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