Almighty, Masta Killa - Blacktop Stock and Word Bond lyrics
Almighty [Alejandro Mosqueda Paz] Holguín, Cuba 🇨🇺
[Almighty, Masta Killa - Blacktop Stock and Word Bond lyrics]
Let's take it back to the blacktop
Mags on le Donna
When the boom box hittin' bong
I play your position
Know the ledge got some juice now
40 ounce get loose now
Holler at some crazies
That believes the other crew's sound stealing
Gold chillin heads up to the ceilin'
Constantly revealin' hip hop Will ya stealin'
Through the veins and the buzz
Stream the goat scream
For a million, keep 'em comin
Back for more, reservoir dog raw
With the raw bagged up under the floorboards
Pure uncut dope, unmarked bills
Drop top Mercedes with the shiny chrome rims
See hip hop was even bling bling back then
Don't think for one point materialism's new
Just because you ain't acknowledge
The old school
On a mission goin day by day
While we hood I'm God playin', play by play
Now pray
Pull out your money pull out your cut
Money, bitches, cars, clothes and weed
(Money, money) even if I fail I land
On a bunch of money
Pull out your money pull out your cut
Money, bitches, cars, clothes and weed
(Money, money) even if I fail I land
On a bunch of money
Guns and drugs and thugs hold
It down in the slums
Smuggling crumbs, dope fiend bodies is numb
We might beat you it's stolen
We don't know where you're from
Got goons all around yeah, like over a 100
Sober and blunted, running now
Soldiers is cunning moody was stubborn
Even pull a tool on each other
Lay your house flat
Leave with your cheese from your mousetrap
Then ride out back to the
Hideout where we count stacks
Papered up, fresh out the barber shop
Tapered up hoes used to front on 'em but
Now they all vapoured up
Cake is us, this is good cush, take a puff
Must I remind you need a grinder
Just to break it up
Back to the murder plot, heard he got robbed
And flossers lied same night you
Heard he got got a boss he was not
Cross me and it's off with your top
Rock you with cops and trespassing
And locking your blocks
My world winning lifestyle, never smile much
Nothing personal it's how we grew up
Ghetto life, city lights
Corner hustlers who trying to escape it
Street violence where the weak won't make it
Recognizing life is real and
Currency is needed
But it gets taken if you can't defend it
Early manhood fast lane
Slinging cocaine to make your ends meet
Mother weak younger song laying
In the streets
Beat the murder charge acquitted
Bounce to the next state
Where they're rockin
Bank stoppin everything
Heard him singing, contract on his head
Like Tommy Wink for real
Whether I'm rich or poor
I'ma still want more
I've been tryna maintain but
I'm still hardcore
I be in the streets all day, 4 in the morning
See these all the time
I'm ignoring the warning
I'm a hustle hard nigga
You can hear my holler
Used to be into madness
Yeah I came from under
I'm a project zero nights and
All that fly shit plus I get it free
I ain't always gotta buy it
Fuck y'all niggas ya don't even gotta try it
I'm Mountain AC, I feel like I'm retired
I'm a family man now and now I'm the wisest
I don't play no games
I keep my eye on the misers
Little children take notice
Little niggas take note
Real niggas get paid but never
End up in state clothes
There are no words to describe what
I see with my eyes they brains are fried
They just be believing the lies
They locked up inside the law
Always talkin' bout they hardcore
Nigga you ain't even inside cyber secure
Til I bust down your door
With a 44 inch chainsaw
Force your jaw, pitch like a claymore
I don't give a fat rat's ass
About the price of that gas
I'm already strapped for cash
Lake Placid swamp gator habitat
Canibus Brad Pitt World War Z bugout bag kiss
Capricorn Asian pass
M-Eighty in the Situation Room talking
To the top brass 50 magnification
100 millimeters looking at the space
Stations workin' out the equations
Sinkhole black hole bubblin' Cajun
Tough as the raven
My jumbo gumbo gumbo taste it
Nothing can save him, face it
You suckers wasted soldiers sold
Now you havin' trouble with the payments
La lay loo lay lo with Lupe's laces
Ain't no little geegaws uncreate my creations
That's why I keep pace with
Energies beyond my displacement
Hoping to give faith to the faithless
20 gold shillings with the illest
Of the Almighty siblings
In the village organizing the pillage, niggas
Mags on le Donna
When the boom box hittin' bong
I play your position
Know the ledge got some juice now
40 ounce get loose now
Holler at some crazies
That believes the other crew's sound stealing
Gold chillin heads up to the ceilin'
Constantly revealin' hip hop Will ya stealin'
Through the veins and the buzz
Stream the goat scream
For a million, keep 'em comin
Back for more, reservoir dog raw
With the raw bagged up under the floorboards
Pure uncut dope, unmarked bills
Drop top Mercedes with the shiny chrome rims
See hip hop was even bling bling back then
Don't think for one point materialism's new
Just because you ain't acknowledge
The old school
On a mission goin day by day
While we hood I'm God playin', play by play
Now pray
Pull out your money pull out your cut
Money, bitches, cars, clothes and weed
(Money, money) even if I fail I land
On a bunch of money
Pull out your money pull out your cut
Money, bitches, cars, clothes and weed
(Money, money) even if I fail I land
On a bunch of money
Guns and drugs and thugs hold
It down in the slums
Smuggling crumbs, dope fiend bodies is numb
We might beat you it's stolen
We don't know where you're from
Got goons all around yeah, like over a 100
Sober and blunted, running now
Soldiers is cunning moody was stubborn
Even pull a tool on each other
Lay your house flat
Leave with your cheese from your mousetrap
Then ride out back to the
Hideout where we count stacks
Papered up, fresh out the barber shop
Tapered up hoes used to front on 'em but
Now they all vapoured up
Cake is us, this is good cush, take a puff
Must I remind you need a grinder
Just to break it up
Back to the murder plot, heard he got robbed
And flossers lied same night you
Heard he got got a boss he was not
Cross me and it's off with your top
Rock you with cops and trespassing
And locking your blocks
My world winning lifestyle, never smile much
Nothing personal it's how we grew up
Ghetto life, city lights
Corner hustlers who trying to escape it
Street violence where the weak won't make it
Recognizing life is real and
Currency is needed
But it gets taken if you can't defend it
Early manhood fast lane
Slinging cocaine to make your ends meet
Mother weak younger song laying
In the streets
Beat the murder charge acquitted
Bounce to the next state
Where they're rockin
Bank stoppin everything
Heard him singing, contract on his head
Like Tommy Wink for real
Whether I'm rich or poor
I'ma still want more
I've been tryna maintain but
I'm still hardcore
I be in the streets all day, 4 in the morning
See these all the time
I'm ignoring the warning
I'm a hustle hard nigga
You can hear my holler
Used to be into madness
Yeah I came from under
I'm a project zero nights and
All that fly shit plus I get it free
I ain't always gotta buy it
Fuck y'all niggas ya don't even gotta try it
I'm Mountain AC, I feel like I'm retired
I'm a family man now and now I'm the wisest
I don't play no games
I keep my eye on the misers
Little children take notice
Little niggas take note
Real niggas get paid but never
End up in state clothes
There are no words to describe what
I see with my eyes they brains are fried
They just be believing the lies
They locked up inside the law
Always talkin' bout they hardcore
Nigga you ain't even inside cyber secure
Til I bust down your door
With a 44 inch chainsaw
Force your jaw, pitch like a claymore
I don't give a fat rat's ass
About the price of that gas
I'm already strapped for cash
Lake Placid swamp gator habitat
Canibus Brad Pitt World War Z bugout bag kiss
Capricorn Asian pass
M-Eighty in the Situation Room talking
To the top brass 50 magnification
100 millimeters looking at the space
Stations workin' out the equations
Sinkhole black hole bubblin' Cajun
Tough as the raven
My jumbo gumbo gumbo taste it
Nothing can save him, face it
You suckers wasted soldiers sold
Now you havin' trouble with the payments
La lay loo lay lo with Lupe's laces
Ain't no little geegaws uncreate my creations
That's why I keep pace with
Energies beyond my displacement
Hoping to give faith to the faithless
20 gold shillings with the illest
Of the Almighty siblings
In the village organizing the pillage, niggas