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y2a – uh huh lyrics

hook
uh huh uh huh uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh

verse 1
right there they sellin’ crack, right here we sellin’ dope
over there they tellin’ lies, over here we tell the truth
lighter when it’s in my hand, fire when i’m in the booth
i’m measured by the gram, on the scale, show and prove
higher than i ever been, wired like amphetamine
out of state, never been, mind-state, heroin
high for a livin’, livin high like a jet engine
fly to the sky i get high off the medicine
die for me, dial 9 eleven let me in
wait lemme begin and start again
i don’t mean no harm, didn’t mean to alarm you
i don’t mean no harm but this bomb in my palm do
you just might splat into a thousand molecules
ya heart rate’s jacked, valium couldn’t calm you
see, i run this sh-t and this sh-t ain’t no walk thru
i turned schiz so i’d have someone to talk to so
now, you know that, now, don’t hold back
pow, wow, i hold it down ima throwback
couldn’t see me in these beat and these playas never will
they don’t judge me by my sk!ll, these jealous haters never do
me, i keep it real, knew when i was fallin’ off
i was doin’ way too many blues n just been noddin’ off
d-mn it hurts, i walk it off, nothin’ left for us to talk
all that’s left to do is just be haulin’ off
wack! hit you in the face, you hit me in my mine
we are two moving trains, we are bound to collide
we are two colliding planes into a mountain of rhymes
and all that remains is whoever survives
uh huh!

hook
uh huh uh huh uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh

verse 2
i make you dance, get you blasted and high
make you think, make you feel, make you laugh, make you cry
i’m infinite with the rhymes, when i’m in it then you died
ima minute man, i stick it you’d be lucky to survive
crack in my lines, b-tches battin’ they eyes
they want d-ck, take a ticket, to the back of the line
i’m smackin’ em 5, later then it’s back to the rhymes
i slap a hater with the back of my palm, let’s get it on
reverse a bomb cuz you blow me, so calm i od
so comma, i’m ginuwine wit this pony
hop on (hop on) tha saddle is strapped
handlin’ gats, ain’t strapped but i’m armed wit some battle raps
and i don’t f-ck wit tattlin’ rats, i’m sp-ckling attics
to leave your bones inside my walls and that’ll be that
i’m the motherf-ckin king’, i’m a legend unheard of
i’m the word, i’m the verse, i’m the verb, i murder ya
uh huh…

- y2a lyrics

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