Poison Pen, Amplafire - Freestyle w/ Amplafire (Foreword Vol. 2) lyrics
[Poison Pen, Amplafire - Freestyle w/ Amplafire Foreword Vol. 2 lyrics]
Amplafire ay, yo, yo, yo
The streets is watching shit
Y’all learned from
Stressed, they burning haze it seem like
Every bitch is turning gay
Niggas get their loot the
Murder way you could
Win an ass-whooping and turn around
And lose a vertebrae
Decapitators, so hold your head they hit
The bakery to cop toast and buy
The whole loaf of bread
Ammunition and the scope displayed the plan
And mission is to close down
Shop when they open lead
(Surprise) They hopping out of
Nothing but wheels what the fuck is the deal
If they’re clutching the steel?
Criminils are running your crib
Posing as federales
You’ll get fed the shottie disconnect you
From your head and body
That’s for sending kites friends trying
To spend their life locked up
Their motive is money is you men or mice?
Pockets swollen
Holding numbers they’re in the fourth room
Rolling lumber, put you on ice
(you hold this summer)
SHC stronghold
Y’all can’t bend my shoes baby gangsters
Still busting little 22s (Vast Aire)
Had your bitch surrounded in a city pool
(Bitches) my palm’s on the back of her neck
Know what I want her to do? (Ha)
Face the facts: y’all don’t
Get ass ask shorty
For a little head, she give you a size 6 hat
When I win
I’ll pose in front of your residence
(So do what?) ask like George Bush joggers
Son run your presidents out
Step on your kicks on purpose
Could tell your bitch ass
Fighting just ain’t worth it the wordsmith
Speak with the stunning English and
The bitches love me
‘Cause, I’m a cunning linguist
(You’s a gangster?)
I’m a nonbeliever there’s more to hustling
Than reading Don Diva, mealy-mouth faggot
Brooklyn now you was
On fire, wouldn’t piss on you to put it out
Yeah
The streets is watching shit
Y’all learned from
Stressed, they burning haze it seem like
Every bitch is turning gay
Niggas get their loot the
Murder way you could
Win an ass-whooping and turn around
And lose a vertebrae
Decapitators, so hold your head they hit
The bakery to cop toast and buy
The whole loaf of bread
Ammunition and the scope displayed the plan
And mission is to close down
Shop when they open lead
(Surprise) They hopping out of
Nothing but wheels what the fuck is the deal
If they’re clutching the steel?
Criminils are running your crib
Posing as federales
You’ll get fed the shottie disconnect you
From your head and body
That’s for sending kites friends trying
To spend their life locked up
Their motive is money is you men or mice?
Pockets swollen
Holding numbers they’re in the fourth room
Rolling lumber, put you on ice
(you hold this summer)
SHC stronghold
Y’all can’t bend my shoes baby gangsters
Still busting little 22s (Vast Aire)
Had your bitch surrounded in a city pool
(Bitches) my palm’s on the back of her neck
Know what I want her to do? (Ha)
Face the facts: y’all don’t
Get ass ask shorty
For a little head, she give you a size 6 hat
When I win
I’ll pose in front of your residence
(So do what?) ask like George Bush joggers
Son run your presidents out
Step on your kicks on purpose
Could tell your bitch ass
Fighting just ain’t worth it the wordsmith
Speak with the stunning English and
The bitches love me
‘Cause, I’m a cunning linguist
(You’s a gangster?)
I’m a nonbeliever there’s more to hustling
Than reading Don Diva, mealy-mouth faggot
Brooklyn now you was
On fire, wouldn’t piss on you to put it out
Yeah