billy woods - Peter Luger lyrics
[billy woods - Peter Luger lyrics]
Shadow pocket hit the 718
Like 510 and fill in your tape
Time to rap hella great
Drives to keep Sway and Tek away
Or we all start to hallucinate
I rap long enough to dig a whole
In your crates, copping big button drugs
You got a dub and shake thems the breaks
Dodge city got my go-go dub plate
Niggas like fuck Billy
He still owe me from ’98
Oh man you fitting to menestrate
Take this roach now we straight
Youngin’ you know mom still eying my cape
I just known rocket’ll late
Up top got me out of shape
But I can go back to squatting with weight
Put race in jakes sorry, slang blurry
I mean the bowl but honestly
I’d rather do shoes with the high and dro
Watch the Barry White pro
Sipping ice cold, nice with milkshake flows
The brain freeze MCs
Kids nasty reminiscing over golden shower
Talk smooth enough to move a kilo or flower
Time Square rush hour, big gun, little men
And cowards
Paid back spitamat coming for hours
The Charles Bronson conscience hold up
I know you ain’t still talking that nonsense
NY is full of beef now
Africa don’t have sacred cows
I’m in the big chair like Mao
Sixty-nine stolen rollies
‘Bout to hate you now
It’s a lot of mumble heads talking ‘bout Pac
And flunk niggas trying to take five shots
Got the vest to match the Glock
Couple rounds how you ran old block
You go there with them undercover cops
Same one you need just to go to the spot
No wonder you say you hot
Backwoods I’ll be with the trees negro please
I got six degrees separation between
Me and these MCs
Mostly with Dennis bottle, Baldwin novel
Chilling in the hovel
The words ring hollow, copied and borrowed
They’ll be better tomorrow
But right now darkness reigns
I got nothing to lose but your chains
Affiliated with ice in my veins
Frying pan to the flames
Fuck jacking beats, we need planes
Destination harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
Right now I got this all day
Fully automatics for your cabbage
Peter Luger it’s what’s for dinner
Illegal tender medium rare black ninjas
Only corpses and winners, let’s eat
Like 510 and fill in your tape
Time to rap hella great
Drives to keep Sway and Tek away
Or we all start to hallucinate
I rap long enough to dig a whole
In your crates, copping big button drugs
You got a dub and shake thems the breaks
Dodge city got my go-go dub plate
Niggas like fuck Billy
He still owe me from ’98
Oh man you fitting to menestrate
Take this roach now we straight
Youngin’ you know mom still eying my cape
I just known rocket’ll late
Up top got me out of shape
But I can go back to squatting with weight
Put race in jakes sorry, slang blurry
I mean the bowl but honestly
I’d rather do shoes with the high and dro
Watch the Barry White pro
Sipping ice cold, nice with milkshake flows
The brain freeze MCs
Kids nasty reminiscing over golden shower
Talk smooth enough to move a kilo or flower
Time Square rush hour, big gun, little men
And cowards
Paid back spitamat coming for hours
The Charles Bronson conscience hold up
I know you ain’t still talking that nonsense
NY is full of beef now
Africa don’t have sacred cows
I’m in the big chair like Mao
Sixty-nine stolen rollies
‘Bout to hate you now
It’s a lot of mumble heads talking ‘bout Pac
And flunk niggas trying to take five shots
Got the vest to match the Glock
Couple rounds how you ran old block
You go there with them undercover cops
Same one you need just to go to the spot
No wonder you say you hot
Backwoods I’ll be with the trees negro please
I got six degrees separation between
Me and these MCs
Mostly with Dennis bottle, Baldwin novel
Chilling in the hovel
The words ring hollow, copied and borrowed
They’ll be better tomorrow
But right now darkness reigns
I got nothing to lose but your chains
Affiliated with ice in my veins
Frying pan to the flames
Fuck jacking beats, we need planes
Destination harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
Right now I got this all day
Fully automatics for your cabbage
Peter Luger it’s what’s for dinner
Illegal tender medium rare black ninjas
Only corpses and winners, let’s eat