Diabolic, U.G.P - N.Y. Sleezy lyrics
[Diabolic, U.G.P - N.Y. Sleezy lyrics]
Don't think that you can see we (let's go)
UGP oh so crazy (why)
We from the NY sleezy (get 'em up)
It's kind of funny how we make it so easy
Yo, I fuckin' bang to like heavy metal
Visions on another level
Thoughts of a raging devil
Scorch like a blazin' ghetto
It's Nickle-Bags
And I'mma tell you this one time
I'll loose my fuckin' mind like
Them kids in Columbine to that
I hope you feel where I'm comin' from
Treating certified
You mothafuckas is bubble-gum
I'm a son of a gun, the father of swag
The master of disaster while
I'm swingin' my flag yo I picture the swarm
We black hearted with guns
We got to wild the fuck out
Like the kids in the
Mentally torn, born from the drama and blues
The karma indues
The way the fuckin' lama it fools
So pardon me dude, matter fact get out my way
Verbally spray
Like twin tecs right in your face
I'm ruling your space, like "why
What the fuck you gon' do"
Fuck the law, yo we sell crack
Pot Bull who rules why
Yo, we at war mothafuckas
Better guard the grill y'all
I'm hard like a lion
Yo you're soft like a bitch dog (bitch)
And how long you think your fame gon' last
When I erase your myspace and
Delete all your fans (mothafucka)
I told you, I'm not fuckin' around (no)
I'm at your house with you ductaped
My sock in your mouth i'm underground
And I don't need no air to breathe
Just give me weed, get you thru an IV
It's likely that my whole team will spit
You want guns, we got this lyrical full clip
(clack, clack) fuck the bullshit
I'mma let you know from the get-go (gideup)
I'm mental, I'll burn your ass like Petro
Your menstral
That I'll fist fight with fuckin' fags
I walk with my army similar
To the Sons of Man
Understand, I can do this all day long
My technique's immortal smash this
Shit like ping-pong
Yo, NY - MIC checkin' street legend
Three seconds
And you're stuck to my pipe like weed resin
(yeah) so keep steppin'
Or handle the pressure of someone scannin'
Your retna on an ambulance stretcher (bitch)
Will spark the lead
'till you're scarred or dead
If you brought the feds
Or talk to pigs like Charlotte's Web
Y'all are soft, don't set Bolic off
Or he'll toss molataufs
And cause nuclear holocaust
So have a cocktail, while I polish off a shot
Brush my shoulders off and watch you
Burn from across the block (haha)
Go call the cops
And make sure they got the jaws of life
To claw your wife off my cock
('fuck outta here) nicks brought the Glock
Pot's robbin' your household
And I'm knockin' you out cold
Like cops in the South Pole (blah)
Blodging a mouthful of cock in your hole
When Diabolic, El Nicks
And Pot go to war mothafucka
UGP oh so crazy (why)
We from the NY sleezy (get 'em up)
It's kind of funny how we make it so easy
Yo, I fuckin' bang to like heavy metal
Visions on another level
Thoughts of a raging devil
Scorch like a blazin' ghetto
It's Nickle-Bags
And I'mma tell you this one time
I'll loose my fuckin' mind like
Them kids in Columbine to that
I hope you feel where I'm comin' from
Treating certified
You mothafuckas is bubble-gum
I'm a son of a gun, the father of swag
The master of disaster while
I'm swingin' my flag yo I picture the swarm
We black hearted with guns
We got to wild the fuck out
Like the kids in the
Mentally torn, born from the drama and blues
The karma indues
The way the fuckin' lama it fools
So pardon me dude, matter fact get out my way
Verbally spray
Like twin tecs right in your face
I'm ruling your space, like "why
What the fuck you gon' do"
Fuck the law, yo we sell crack
Pot Bull who rules why
Yo, we at war mothafuckas
Better guard the grill y'all
I'm hard like a lion
Yo you're soft like a bitch dog (bitch)
And how long you think your fame gon' last
When I erase your myspace and
Delete all your fans (mothafucka)
I told you, I'm not fuckin' around (no)
I'm at your house with you ductaped
My sock in your mouth i'm underground
And I don't need no air to breathe
Just give me weed, get you thru an IV
It's likely that my whole team will spit
You want guns, we got this lyrical full clip
(clack, clack) fuck the bullshit
I'mma let you know from the get-go (gideup)
I'm mental, I'll burn your ass like Petro
Your menstral
That I'll fist fight with fuckin' fags
I walk with my army similar
To the Sons of Man
Understand, I can do this all day long
My technique's immortal smash this
Shit like ping-pong
Yo, NY - MIC checkin' street legend
Three seconds
And you're stuck to my pipe like weed resin
(yeah) so keep steppin'
Or handle the pressure of someone scannin'
Your retna on an ambulance stretcher (bitch)
Will spark the lead
'till you're scarred or dead
If you brought the feds
Or talk to pigs like Charlotte's Web
Y'all are soft, don't set Bolic off
Or he'll toss molataufs
And cause nuclear holocaust
So have a cocktail, while I polish off a shot
Brush my shoulders off and watch you
Burn from across the block (haha)
Go call the cops
And make sure they got the jaws of life
To claw your wife off my cock
('fuck outta here) nicks brought the Glock
Pot's robbin' your household
And I'm knockin' you out cold
Like cops in the South Pole (blah)
Blodging a mouthful of cock in your hole
When Diabolic, El Nicks
And Pot go to war mothafucka