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young kazh - canadian ties lyrics

[prodigy]:
yeah! n-gga whut up
yo! h, whut up! my n-gga
sticky, whut up! my n-gga
whut up! my n-gga
100 mad
infamous sh-t
mobb n-ggas
young kazh, whut up!
score like some all this fire, man
turn it sh-t up right here!!!

1 – [sticky fingaz]:
n-ggas ask for, so they’re gon’ get it
the way i bless, thought, sh-t, i’m in the wrong business
come wit that mask off, you gon’ need a mortician
any last thoughts? n0body gon’ listen
what’s your religion, n-gga? i was born in prison
i’m god cause live or die it ain’t your decision
still lookin’ for my heart like the tin man
still let that sh-t spark bam!

2 – [snak the ripper]:
we communicate in morse code
cos’ we know that they tap the phones
grab you by the throat
and f-ckin’ squeeze until i snap the bone
there’s demons in my mind
and they ain’t leaving snak alone
don’t blame me, cause your b-tch blow my d-ck like a saxophone
my style is ebola like eatin’ a bowl of some sh-t
or l!ckin’ the pole at a strip club, i’m sick as it gets
nasty -ss, huff they -ss with a lit cigarette
in first cl-ss on a jet sippin’ a gl-ss of moet, b-tch

[havoc]:
night time k!lla sh-t, my n-ggas militant
ya n-ggas wanted war so we delivered it
and now you pour liquor in remembrance
pure ignorance, wylin’ on your rhetoric
got canadian ties leave your neck tied
can’t stop sweating mines, n-ggas better let it slide
before we let it fly
and we ain’t talking clouds
off top show your n-ggas how we get down

3 – [young kazh]:
look! ayo, bandz in my pants! watch a n-gga diddy bop!
pistol on my way. i might pick off a city cop
word to mike brown deploy shooters in your town
screaming 100 mad n-gga, watching sh-lls hit the ground
feds locking all the real n-ggas for long time
wrist watch broke. i won’t hesitate to pop mines
tucking this iron shooter stance i’m a keep fire
trigger finger always itchy hope you keep trying

4 – [jd era]:
rap n-gga turned d-boy, era seek and destroy
i kicks sh-t. hopping out the range, bruce leroy
my b-tch got a b-tch. ain’t no lying, this isn’t detroit
bricks land at 12. that 11 o’clock a decoy
if i don’t make a million i’m a take it in blood
we got no problem doing dirt. my n-ggas raised in the mud
yup, ya man sing there ain’t no telling what the fam bring
west end, burners getting pulled like a hamstring

5 – [merkules]:
that pharmaceutical we got just what you lookin’ for
watch me catch a body brutal bangers when you push record
that 100 mad sh-t, we looking for advancements
the fact is that all our sh-t is real like nazareth
the blacksmith you come too close you get beretted
i said it, 24/7 we bout this so you should dead it
ridiculous, i’m villainous, but still i’m in the major leagues
lineups out the door, c-cksucker, we who they came to see

6 – [fredro starr]:
whut up king! young kazh keep doing your ting
these b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t doing the ting
we got a g-lock in tdot, we got 3 spots
just 25 for the peac-ck can get you the bird
i got 36 gram movers in vancouver
jumping out the land cruisers, just give me the word
see the world on the streets, is this dro starr, i put a heat out
your honor, i plead the fifth

[havoc]:
got canadian ties leave your neck tied
can’t stop sweating mines, n-ggas better let it slide
before we let it fly
and we ain’t talking clouds
off top show your n-ggas how we get down

7 – [sticky fingaz]:
die for my mother, k!ll for my brother
live through my kids, make my enemy suffer
laugh and cry with my lover, build with the other
or we can destroy sh-t and k!ll one another
what you want?

- young kazh lyrics

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