DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz, Rigz - Heads On The Wal lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz, Rigz - Heads On The Wal lyrics]
Gold blaow
Stupid look, know what the fuck it is, ngga
(Soul assassins) comin to kill, yo
Check
Ayo, word to the connect
You know my customers that I serve
I bow to keep my foot on ya neck
Knock the noodles out ya noggin for
A brick and a check
Leave no vital signs for the EMS to collect
My heart pump ice cold blood, no love
Gold slugs where I'm from, they die young
Lucky to be a old thug
You either went legal or chased
The evils and sold drugs
In the field, duckin pigs
Weasels and the cobras
This the soul of a soldier
I get my knuckles bloody, both boots muddy
Fucking you nggas up for the culture
Don't come closеr, I shoot to kill
They dumb
Deaf and blind still and think evеrything
But the truth is real
Fuck it, just have commas in ya budget
Or don't say shit to me
I didn't have riches in my history
So I'm going out for mine viciously
Pick your poison
I don't mind buildin or destroyin
I find readin and shootin enjoyin
Get all ya rapper friends in a
Circle and tell 'em "join in"
I smoke all them nggas in one
Puff when I roll up
You made a few moves, ngga, so what
You're still garbage
You're just another fuckin target in
The range that I
Shoot all up in the face after I aim
And sign my name in ya bloodstains
Stupid look, know what the fuck it is, ngga
(Soul assassins) comin to kill, yo
Check
Ayo, word to the connect
You know my customers that I serve
I bow to keep my foot on ya neck
Knock the noodles out ya noggin for
A brick and a check
Leave no vital signs for the EMS to collect
My heart pump ice cold blood, no love
Gold slugs where I'm from, they die young
Lucky to be a old thug
You either went legal or chased
The evils and sold drugs
In the field, duckin pigs
Weasels and the cobras
This the soul of a soldier
I get my knuckles bloody, both boots muddy
Fucking you nggas up for the culture
Don't come closеr, I shoot to kill
They dumb
Deaf and blind still and think evеrything
But the truth is real
Fuck it, just have commas in ya budget
Or don't say shit to me
I didn't have riches in my history
So I'm going out for mine viciously
Pick your poison
I don't mind buildin or destroyin
I find readin and shootin enjoyin
Get all ya rapper friends in a
Circle and tell 'em "join in"
I smoke all them nggas in one
Puff when I roll up
You made a few moves, ngga, so what
You're still garbage
You're just another fuckin target in
The range that I
Shoot all up in the face after I aim
And sign my name in ya bloodstains