LFG

LFG

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Rap - Gangsta | Hollywood, Florida, United States
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Member Since: 2004
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Song Description

Techno, Trip Hop, Deep Gangasta

Lyrics

The Bitch

Almasy:
It's a lie. You're goin away. Runnin away.
It's a lie. You're goin away. Runnin away.

DI:
C.R.U.E.L. Mutherfuckers don't know that I've seen hell. Steel nails in the hands of my people. What happned to me I just so happened to be gappin the rest of the rap industry. Niggas offend me so I let the tens speak. Creep so real D, so how the fuck can you kill me. And baby when your nose bleed just tell em how high you get chillin with D.I.E.

Make sure you let it be know my shit pop just to wet up your zone. Swithch the steel on the Beretta ta chrome. Ya'll never live on. 100% I'm a freak a nature on. Ship your shit back to the Gulf of Oman. Cause you ain't ready for the shit that I'm on. Cruel on the microphone. The world is cruel. The world is cruel. Life is cruel.


Almasy:
It's a lie. You're goin away. Runnin away.
It's a lie. You're goin away. Runnin away.


EDubb:
Tanks crash and war can't think any more. Feel your chest but you feel no more. Talk is cheap so he packed a five. Knowin deep in his mind that life is an incline. So he lagged behind. Lost track of time. The only thing he wanna do is chill and rhyme. So he came across some wine that'll blow a line it'll blow your nine it'll blow your kind. Pinch a black swine addicted to crime. Swine is a game it has no name. It can't be claimed. It can't be tamed it can't be sane. Something smells sweet. Time to retreat. Can't feel his feet. Time's at a peak. The wine that he sips is his own blood. Caught by his own slug.
Almasy:
It's a lie. You're goin away. Runnin away.

DI:
C.R.U.L.E. Mutherfuckers don't know that I've seen hell. Steel Nails in the hands of my people. what happned to me I just so happened to be gappin the rest of the rap industry. Niggas offend me so I let the tens speak. Creep so real D, so how the fuck can you kill me. And baby when your nose bleed just tell em how high you get chillin with D.I.E.

Make sure you let it be know my shit pop just to wet up your zone. Swithch the steel on the Beretta ta chrome. Ya'll never live on. 100% I'm a freak a nature on. Ship your shit back to the Gulf of Oman. Cause you ain't ready for the shit that I'm on. Cruel on the microphone. The world is cruel. The world is cruel. Life is cruel.


Find time to recline when a nigga so classified. Keep my mind on the lie. Without a doubt never given up nothin. I was hit by a kiss that involved tounge touchin. Little nigga keepin ya jumpin. Call me the scholar. Teaching the descent things to your bitches and kids. But if it's about my cream I'm about to get my shit.

Song Length
4:10
Genres
Electronic - Trip Hop, Rap - Progressive
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Other
Mood
Tense

Subject Matter
Violence

Language
English

Lyric Credits DI, E-Dubb, Almasy
Music Credits Freedom Dave
Producer Credits Freedom Dave
Publisher Credits The Hit Corner, LLC
Performance Credits DI, E-Dubb, Almasy, Freedom Dave
Label Credits The Hit Corner, LLC