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yung cru$ade - attica lyrics

oc da fat cat
chorus:
attica attica, jailbreak is jumping now
k!lling the guards and i splatter em
atticus atticus, k!lling these mockingbirds
f+ck dna and my gattaca
spartacus spartacus, kicking them all around
down for the theft and the murdering
slanderous slanderous, these rats are talking now
time to go stealth and eradicate

verse 1:
hoover, d+mn, why you gotta stop my flow, man?
i’ve been chilling in the hollow at the bottom for while, man
you think a narq van will stop the o man?
oh man! amen! the omen: this rat best step the f+ck back
brains going all splat, from big o the fat
put you in a body bag, toting lucky gats
number one maniac, making f+cking plaques, (grat)
cyka blyats, been sucking fat hats
heads of the men who be shooting snap backs
fan of the way that i’m booling with my lads
look the other way when i’m tooling up a gat
that’s “shoot another rat”
and all them other bads
blow up another cab
that’s booming so fast
get blasted to baghdad
attacks so low
show ya: big o da fat cat, yeah
chorus:
attica attica, jailbreak is jumping now
k!lling the guards and then i splatter em
atticus atticus, k!lling these mockingbirds
f+ck dna and my gattaca
spartacus spartacus, kicking them all around
down for the theft and the murdering
slanderous slanderous, these rats are talking now
time to go stealth and eradicate

interlude:
hoover, d+mn, you cannot stop this flow man
i’m still chilling in the hollo at the bottom, been a while man
you think your narq van will stop the f+cking o man?
oh man, amen, oh man, it’s the owen

bridge:
that’s another motherf+cker hit quick
another f+cker dead from my f+cking wishlist
uh b+tch, you wanna hit this l!ck?
well kick me in the head, i hope my blood drips lit

verse 2:
sick to my stomach with the ruckus, you f+cked up
rule number one, shut the f+ck up, guns up
blood was spilled on the battlefield, uh huh
love to hear your filling of what happened to us son
someone talked, and then he f+cking walked, on god
lucky cops cheating in their godd+mn jobs
on the outside narqs always get popped
so i’m sending them shots, and they can’t be blocked
have you got the message yet
the motherf+cking epithet
tattle tale k!ller
grave digger rat threat
leave a f+cker bleeding, and i mean it when i speak it
i’m the hottest sh+t that’s creeping in your speakers when i’m singing
i’ll teach it to my people, all the people i am leading
bleed, bleed, bleed rats, all the narqs you’re meeting
seem to got beaucoup weapons
who knew that blood would give me these wet hands
then i said “man, you too, is narqing?”
in a black van, i’ll scoop you, kidnapping
get a kid saddened
bet a b+tch mad when
i let my sh+t rip like
robin and batman
robbing your trap and
mauling the rats and
rocking and rolling
attacking for my plan
oc da fat cat
big o don’t backtrack
cat cause i’ll k!ll a rat
ask where they’re all at

- yung cruade lyrics

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