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vic spencer - diamonds vs. woods pt. 1 lyrics

[intro]
(8+bza)
(who the f+ck is 8+bza dog?)
(get the f+ck out of here with that guy now)
(he never smoked with us dog)
(til that mother f+cker smoke with us he can’t get on the track)
(but anyway dog)
(yo that song was coming with some crazy sh+t man)
(this long ass story you got here)
(you got to pass the mother f+cking weed)
(cause you be holding this sh+t too mother f+cking long dog)

[verse]
sh+t
the backwoods took my ho from me
the young ass n+ggas is about to get a load from me
load up the diamonds now i’m riding to their hideout
you see mold and f+cked up backwoods that didn’t dry out
them n+ggas live expensive but i don’t give a f+ck
they just a fad all i had was enough to puff
(that’s right)
i saw a backwood leader and started busting up
i didn’t make a move i went back to the diamond cut
called up the green room members
them n+ggas ready to smoke
and they think backwoods is jokes
we laugh on the way to peep the scene
when you about to do some ill sh+t you do it with a team
we on the outskirts of backwood territory
on the hill smoke our life away
develop the clever story
(that’s right)
one day i read about the backwoods ceo
he’s sixty+five yers old and specializes in young souls
and said young ‘guns would never have a taste of gravy
[?]
i had to buy h+lla suits so he can all that i was business
i got the address and flew to the top of the building
i was high as h+ll thinking i didn’t kiss my children
because i had a gut feeling that something was gonna happen
inside this tall as building there was a mansion
no backwoods in sight, i started seeing the light
this mother f+cker out here living for life
he don’t care about community roles
he just okayed other countries to send boat loads of the sh+t to the hood
(f+ck)
that’s why the hood pay fifteen for a pack and only one of them good
this n+gga really the white version of suge
(aw f+ck)
that explains all the unused backwoods that i saw
i realized that this n+gga don’t give a f+ck about y’all
(he don’t give a sh+t)
so i went back to the diamond cut and load up the swishers
had to plot and scheme on these f+cking young ass n+ggas
couple of ho heads yeah they chill out in the park
smoking the wood i bet all them n+ggas tasting is bark
that sh+t hit hard, f+ck up their heart i don’t have to do a lot
went to all the hood stores in the coupe to cop
let me get all the f+cking backwoods please
i went to every hood corner store n+ggas could see
i ain’t even need the green room members for this task
i did all that sh+t on my own
my n+gga brash hit me i’m like my bad
(my bad dog)
i had to come from another part of town and already close
through all the backwoods and [?]
i hear shredders at the bottom i figured that a n+gga got him
until i didn’t see my ho
they smoked her up so i robbed them
(f+ck)
i believe them n+ggas know it was me
because they smelled diamonds all in the streets
(really?)
(oh sh+t dog, you’re mother f+cking crazy)
(mother f+cking you got that sh+t that we smoking dog)
now a n+gga got to make moves to develop a plan
inhaling a gram of that moon rock
dipping out of a great white box
to be continued there’s no time on the clock

- vic spencer lyrics

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