Diabolic, Graph, Kool G Rap, Smoothe Da Hustler - Cursed lyrics
[Diabolic, Graph, Kool G Rap, Smoothe Da Hustler - Cursed lyrics]
I step in the place with
An empty stomach I’m starving
I'll run in someone’s apartment with
A gun as a marksman
When the Suffolk department runs
Up with a warrant
Fuck the judge I’m departing
With the governor’s pardon
Getting drunk with my squadron
Of prehistoric beasts
If I even claw your cheek
I’mma leave with all your teeth
Fuck your prerecorded speech I believe
That talk is cheap
When people caught your beef
You just flee and call police
While my composure’s kept closer than
My foes could get last time I broke a sweat
Your ho was soaking wet
You chose to pose a threat
And hoped I overslept
Don’t hold your breath
Homie you’ll probably choke to death
You know the rep now go
Check your method and see
The truth getting buried then
Resurrected as me
Diabolic i’m the message setting you free
Like the Grand Dragon hanging by
His neck from a tree
I hang with the illest
Gangbang with the realest
I ain’t staying the skill is my
Aim is to kill us
I stay chasing them figures i
Came banging them triggers
I’m in your cage to pillage
A bunch of angry gorillas
Check niggas, deaf niggas
Secs to listen saying they feel us
Wanna hang with the fearless? yeah
They can hang from the ceiling
My name stay in the business
I maintain an appearance
I can’t change in the mirror y’all
Can’t paint in the picture
I keep a shank in the
Jibbers my naysayers are finished
I lane change in a minute my
Lane can’t be driven in
I break day for the digit's
I traded ‘caine with dealers
I traded trey eights for pay
Traded greys with killers i say
"Stay with your vision" My
Slang made an incision
Some say I changed but the deal is
I just changed where I’m living
So when I say it
I did it you fake it I live
It you play it I spit it
You stay and I visit the lady to get it
Now let’s hit it
I just do it, niggas, like vandalism
About to catch an aneurysm
From my hammer’s rhythm
Nigga, damn who is him? Rocks his
Copped a brand new prism
No money, bitch, but I grant you jism
Street smarts, buck sparks if I see marks on
The grams you give him
Real nigga, bitch will glance you with him
Long story to short, I’m like
"Fuck if I die poor in New York"
When OG with OZs with 40 to snort
From things, I lust
Blinged up like King Tut and
Bang all the sluts blow no chips
Pay off hookers and strangle the bucks
Niggas spaz 44 Mag to mangle his guts
Only going to jail chained-up ankle and up
Face mask on like Hannibal Lecter my
Part of Queens the animal sector
You can’t handle the pressure
Keep standing there, hand on ya pecker
End up a tagged foot in
Forensic van, bein' inspected, nigga
I got the spot on me
I run with a strong army
A gun and a cross on me
So if death was coming, may God warn me
I keep cess coming I’m
Puffing like Bob Marley
I get your head busted bloody y’all laundry
My money’s all bloody
Y'all put money on in front of y’all
Skull if y’all saw me get
To running up off me
I work hard I ain’t comfy
Under some palm tree
But, I’m Hummer stunting
Jumping out of somethin' costly
Fuck the law, please
They ain’t plucking the gun up off me
The handle’s hot I feel like I’m
Tucking a cup of coffee
Pack mad heater feel like I’m
Rubbing the sun across me
A black hand piece that I’m
Cupping is something frosty
I got bitches on my nuts some are horny
Exhibit A: I can’t get your mother off me
I’m diabolic
I’m dying watching some busting off
These fire rockets the size of the projects
Bang bang
An empty stomach I’m starving
I'll run in someone’s apartment with
A gun as a marksman
When the Suffolk department runs
Up with a warrant
Fuck the judge I’m departing
With the governor’s pardon
Getting drunk with my squadron
Of prehistoric beasts
If I even claw your cheek
I’mma leave with all your teeth
Fuck your prerecorded speech I believe
That talk is cheap
When people caught your beef
You just flee and call police
While my composure’s kept closer than
My foes could get last time I broke a sweat
Your ho was soaking wet
You chose to pose a threat
And hoped I overslept
Don’t hold your breath
Homie you’ll probably choke to death
You know the rep now go
Check your method and see
The truth getting buried then
Resurrected as me
Diabolic i’m the message setting you free
Like the Grand Dragon hanging by
His neck from a tree
I hang with the illest
Gangbang with the realest
I ain’t staying the skill is my
Aim is to kill us
I stay chasing them figures i
Came banging them triggers
I’m in your cage to pillage
A bunch of angry gorillas
Check niggas, deaf niggas
Secs to listen saying they feel us
Wanna hang with the fearless? yeah
They can hang from the ceiling
My name stay in the business
I maintain an appearance
I can’t change in the mirror y’all
Can’t paint in the picture
I keep a shank in the
Jibbers my naysayers are finished
I lane change in a minute my
Lane can’t be driven in
I break day for the digit's
I traded ‘caine with dealers
I traded trey eights for pay
Traded greys with killers i say
"Stay with your vision" My
Slang made an incision
Some say I changed but the deal is
I just changed where I’m living
So when I say it
I did it you fake it I live
It you play it I spit it
You stay and I visit the lady to get it
Now let’s hit it
I just do it, niggas, like vandalism
About to catch an aneurysm
From my hammer’s rhythm
Nigga, damn who is him? Rocks his
Copped a brand new prism
No money, bitch, but I grant you jism
Street smarts, buck sparks if I see marks on
The grams you give him
Real nigga, bitch will glance you with him
Long story to short, I’m like
"Fuck if I die poor in New York"
When OG with OZs with 40 to snort
From things, I lust
Blinged up like King Tut and
Bang all the sluts blow no chips
Pay off hookers and strangle the bucks
Niggas spaz 44 Mag to mangle his guts
Only going to jail chained-up ankle and up
Face mask on like Hannibal Lecter my
Part of Queens the animal sector
You can’t handle the pressure
Keep standing there, hand on ya pecker
End up a tagged foot in
Forensic van, bein' inspected, nigga
I got the spot on me
I run with a strong army
A gun and a cross on me
So if death was coming, may God warn me
I keep cess coming I’m
Puffing like Bob Marley
I get your head busted bloody y’all laundry
My money’s all bloody
Y'all put money on in front of y’all
Skull if y’all saw me get
To running up off me
I work hard I ain’t comfy
Under some palm tree
But, I’m Hummer stunting
Jumping out of somethin' costly
Fuck the law, please
They ain’t plucking the gun up off me
The handle’s hot I feel like I’m
Tucking a cup of coffee
Pack mad heater feel like I’m
Rubbing the sun across me
A black hand piece that I’m
Cupping is something frosty
I got bitches on my nuts some are horny
Exhibit A: I can’t get your mother off me
I’m diabolic
I’m dying watching some busting off
These fire rockets the size of the projects
Bang bang