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Lump Your Head

Boy you better put a lid on it

U don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
U should check ur chin
Oh no you don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cuz you don't want none

Let me take you back
So back in time
And make the front page news
Livin lives of crime
Cuz ur grand mood shined
Outlaws to be exact
We're gettin somethin new
And we never turned back
6 shots, point blank
Aimin at ur face
Imma quick draw
Then I'm gone without a trace
And I'll rob a bank
While chee and steal
Derail a fuckin train
Cuz you know that I will
U need to pay ur dues
And get cement shoes
And we're still on the run
The most ruthless crew

U don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
U should check ur chin
Oh no you don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cuz you don't want none

I'm a heart break kid
I'm a stick up kid
Bang. bang
Tommy gun
Yous a punk ass bitch
Knocked out
One punch
Like a superhero
Banged up. craped out
Now ur back to zero
Boom. bing. pow.
King kong do doubt
If you blow a mission
Imma have to dry you out
U can make it up
The deets train off of the ground
Imma switch plates
Shake it you know how
Work gets around
All bets are in
I see you roll the dice
Looks like another 7
It's the end of ur life

U don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
U should check ur chin oh
U don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cuz you don't want none

It's no matter
Just a matter of time
It don't matter to 3
It aint no matter of mine
If you keep ur mouth shut
Then u'll be just fine
If you keep running gums
U better look out behind
I see you N to the D E A D
U got the full clip
It's just cockin empty
Ur the cock of the walk
But you walk too far
Now ur cock's on the block
Of the boulevard
I'm the J O H to the N Y 3 T
U lucky you aint dead
If you know they sent me

U don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
U should check ur chin
Oh no you don't know what it's like
To get ur head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cuz you don't want none

U N to the D E A D
U got ur fist raised
But ur legs are shaking
U N to the D E A D
U know that I'm the shit
That's why you tryin to take me
We can go around the corner
I aint catchin a case
This will all be over quick
Imma do what it takes
So ur betting all you want
But never sneak out of place
Or imma roll ur ass up
And smack the lips off ur face
U better not run
Cuz my bullets are faster
I'd never really hit a bitch
So I'm gonna smack ya
This wont even be a fight
Cuz I'm knockin her out
And ur nicknamed dick
So keep it out of ur mouth
U N to the D E A D
Better be known
We do this shit on a daily
U N to the D E A D
No thanks
Still servin you baby

Přidal: Ornela dne 04. 05. 2011 v 21:38.
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