DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz - Stone Cold Soul lyrics
[DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz - Stone Cold Soul lyrics]
Assassins
Ayo, check coming live from Gotham City
Screaming "Bruce Wayne
You can eat a dick" it's hell
We bag and sell that Poison Ivy
Just to see the chips
It's chaos like Muggs and Marci
large pistol underneath the car seat
Getting caught is costly but we
Risk the odds, oddly
Your favorite rapper can fuck with me hardly
Niggas know I been going hard but as
Of now my style's beyond godly
The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey
My P in C is the illegally
Issued heat from out the army
I been a don since niggas
Called purple weed 'Barney'
You know low - the fashion
Rome the stone cold soul assassin
(Soul assassins)
Cut the grass to view the cobra passing
Kill his ass with no compassion
The boldest action
I control the globe and hold the laugh in
Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions
You can't decode the flow, I
Came to overdose this, the spider package
Jury party
I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
You know the vibe
Raise ya middle finger high
Fuck NYPD, jail time, court and citations
They open wide, you see they eyes dilating
By now it's no surprise for you to know
I run the show like Live Nation
Fly flagrant, across your eye with sly razors
Murder statements on my notebook pages
Pay over praises, all you niggas pray
Kiss the J's of the savior
Foul style behavior, display a wavier flavor
Don't give a fuck who you favor
My shit play from Norway to Santa Fe
Butter baby like Land O'Lakes
We still scammin' greats but know
The steelo done upgraded some
I'm on an amazing run making
Customers take a bump
Hustler by nature 'til my days is done
Fuck throwing niggas off of the roof now
I'd rather make 'em jump
Like Chris Kelly deli
My shit blazin' like Jamaican skunk
Now cipher if the plate got bacon, son
It's a dub for chasin' crumbs
I need the pay to come in lump sums
Muggs dropped a bag on your head
You won't see where it come from
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
Ayo, check coming live from Gotham City
Screaming "Bruce Wayne
You can eat a dick" it's hell
We bag and sell that Poison Ivy
Just to see the chips
It's chaos like Muggs and Marci
large pistol underneath the car seat
Getting caught is costly but we
Risk the odds, oddly
Your favorite rapper can fuck with me hardly
Niggas know I been going hard but as
Of now my style's beyond godly
The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey
My P in C is the illegally
Issued heat from out the army
I been a don since niggas
Called purple weed 'Barney'
You know low - the fashion
Rome the stone cold soul assassin
(Soul assassins)
Cut the grass to view the cobra passing
Kill his ass with no compassion
The boldest action
I control the globe and hold the laugh in
Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions
You can't decode the flow, I
Came to overdose this, the spider package
Jury party
I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
You know the vibe
Raise ya middle finger high
Fuck NYPD, jail time, court and citations
They open wide, you see they eyes dilating
By now it's no surprise for you to know
I run the show like Live Nation
Fly flagrant, across your eye with sly razors
Murder statements on my notebook pages
Pay over praises, all you niggas pray
Kiss the J's of the savior
Foul style behavior, display a wavier flavor
Don't give a fuck who you favor
My shit play from Norway to Santa Fe
Butter baby like Land O'Lakes
We still scammin' greats but know
The steelo done upgraded some
I'm on an amazing run making
Customers take a bump
Hustler by nature 'til my days is done
Fuck throwing niggas off of the roof now
I'd rather make 'em jump
Like Chris Kelly deli
My shit blazin' like Jamaican skunk
Now cipher if the plate got bacon, son
It's a dub for chasin' crumbs
I need the pay to come in lump sums
Muggs dropped a bag on your head
You won't see where it come from
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
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