David Stones - Triumph 2012 lyrics
[David Stones - Triumph 2012 lyrics]
Y'all niggas need to get hip
To this DOHH Squad shit
District Of Honor & Humility
District Of Heavy Hustlers
District Of Hip Hop dOHH Nation
Peace to the Gods & Earths peace to Wu Tang
Big Baby Jesus told y'all
Niggas Wu Tangs forever rIP ODB
Peace to the DOHH Nation
I be the legend before the legacy
S to the fucking T
Luckily I mastered the art
Of living sucker free who stopping me?
Rain on your whole fucking monopoly
Breathe of fresh air breaking
Up all the monotony
Go 'head with all that pretend shit
We bear no resemblance horrendous
Just pray for you these bars are not intended
One line will whipe a rapper from attendance
My pen (n) 's dangerous
Nigga you could get sentenced
You ain't fooling me with
Your lies and tom-foolery
Acting like we cool tryna
Cover up the scrutiny
Smiling in my face cause you see
A oppurtunity but if you had
A chance you'll be the first
To try to ruin me
Fuck that look at all these
Snake niggas laid back
Guess that they relaxed cause they thought
They covered their tracks but
Naw son peep the ill shit
I'm on your heels bitch
We read lips and body language
'til they reveal shit
Truthfully I ain't the one you
Got to deal with
I roll with a click that's on
Some murder murder kill shit
Banana clip spilling out the steel shit
All them niggas know is straight
Ignorance and real shit
I'm a boss so I keep my hands clean
But please
Believe I got some shooters on the team
With them fully loaded nickle plated
Pistols homie if you got
A issue it'll whistle when it
Hit you blood'll trickle
My BK team so official
My brownsville niggas load the van
And come and get you
If you chillin' with your mans he going with
You cause I don't play no games
Not just even just a little
Not even just a giggle
I'm not playing go against the grain
And niggas better start praying
Shots spraying man laying
Decaying broad day in BK
My 'rican mans cut with both
Hands like they DJ'n
Bitch I'm a get it poppin'
Like I'm supposed to all I need is the beat
The mic and the pro-tools
And my dude Sha to mix the vocals
Send the mp3 overseas now we global
The name Stones cause I'm known to
Drop a few jewels and on top of that put me
Anywhere I shine through
Oh, it's a acronym too
Simply The One Niggas Envy is who? (Stones)
ST bitch try to temp me
My nine work just fine I
Squeeze 'til it's empty
Dweebs gon' resent me for these
Rhymes of the century i would smack 'em up
But that'll be elementary
My presence strikes fear evidently
I'm all up in the motherfucking
House like it's rent free
What the fuck you motherfuckers gon'
Do as the saga continues dOHH Squad!
To this DOHH Squad shit
District Of Honor & Humility
District Of Heavy Hustlers
District Of Hip Hop dOHH Nation
Peace to the Gods & Earths peace to Wu Tang
Big Baby Jesus told y'all
Niggas Wu Tangs forever rIP ODB
Peace to the DOHH Nation
I be the legend before the legacy
S to the fucking T
Luckily I mastered the art
Of living sucker free who stopping me?
Rain on your whole fucking monopoly
Breathe of fresh air breaking
Up all the monotony
Go 'head with all that pretend shit
We bear no resemblance horrendous
Just pray for you these bars are not intended
One line will whipe a rapper from attendance
My pen (n) 's dangerous
Nigga you could get sentenced
You ain't fooling me with
Your lies and tom-foolery
Acting like we cool tryna
Cover up the scrutiny
Smiling in my face cause you see
A oppurtunity but if you had
A chance you'll be the first
To try to ruin me
Fuck that look at all these
Snake niggas laid back
Guess that they relaxed cause they thought
They covered their tracks but
Naw son peep the ill shit
I'm on your heels bitch
We read lips and body language
'til they reveal shit
Truthfully I ain't the one you
Got to deal with
I roll with a click that's on
Some murder murder kill shit
Banana clip spilling out the steel shit
All them niggas know is straight
Ignorance and real shit
I'm a boss so I keep my hands clean
But please
Believe I got some shooters on the team
With them fully loaded nickle plated
Pistols homie if you got
A issue it'll whistle when it
Hit you blood'll trickle
My BK team so official
My brownsville niggas load the van
And come and get you
If you chillin' with your mans he going with
You cause I don't play no games
Not just even just a little
Not even just a giggle
I'm not playing go against the grain
And niggas better start praying
Shots spraying man laying
Decaying broad day in BK
My 'rican mans cut with both
Hands like they DJ'n
Bitch I'm a get it poppin'
Like I'm supposed to all I need is the beat
The mic and the pro-tools
And my dude Sha to mix the vocals
Send the mp3 overseas now we global
The name Stones cause I'm known to
Drop a few jewels and on top of that put me
Anywhere I shine through
Oh, it's a acronym too
Simply The One Niggas Envy is who? (Stones)
ST bitch try to temp me
My nine work just fine I
Squeeze 'til it's empty
Dweebs gon' resent me for these
Rhymes of the century i would smack 'em up
But that'll be elementary
My presence strikes fear evidently
I'm all up in the motherfucking
House like it's rent free
What the fuck you motherfuckers gon'
Do as the saga continues dOHH Squad!