URLtv, Prez Mafia - Prez Mafia & Ish Mula - SMACK/URL Cypher lyrics
[URLtv, Prez Mafia - Prez Mafia & Ish Mula - SMACK/URL Cypher lyrics]
I said yo, peep this 'X the nigga, and the
On nevermind, 'cause I be grinding on my set
I'm watching lames clockng all the
Diamonds and the check, my
Lead fly, the TEC-9'll burn it down
Left Eye
If you sick, report to this stick doctor
It's real rap, diagnosed by a hip hopper
It's six sixteen, no clips, so hold that
Smack, I'm the new whip
But this shit throwback
'Cause the red pipes, hard tops
The interior's from nine-five
Rims is this year
Better bring bait for a sharks when fish here
So we don't test faith
You see the sparks, I'm in here
Landin' again, territories
Dare a nigga's starts squeezing
And if they do
They must not like their heart's beating
They doing dumb shit, for odd reasons
I'm on a chase, for that cake
Fast breaking, and we all feasting
I'm on a clock, with one Glock
And two bleeps
I own a strip, with one drop, and two seats
I keep a pen in the pad, but if the two meet
You gon' see John
I punch lines like Bruce Lee nigga
I could rock by ya he ain't in my Akh tire
I'm Speedracer
With a blazer I could mach five ya!
Bust shots 'til my Glock tired
The gun complain
It wanna retire from making shots fire
Only a fool would doubt me
Only the tool'll scalp me
I am the block, when it's hot
They would lose without me
'Cause, I'm the realest, and the
Illest, with the movement, akhi
Then tell the truth
No man could try to move or mock me
Bro, they couldn't play Prez if they
Made a movie about me cops search me
They'll probably get a toolie out me
So y'all respect it, 'cause I'm reckless
Nigga I'm a thug and I stack chips
More green than an Irish pub nigga
Woosah, ya heard
On nevermind, 'cause I be grinding on my set
I'm watching lames clockng all the
Diamonds and the check, my
Lead fly, the TEC-9'll burn it down
Left Eye
If you sick, report to this stick doctor
It's real rap, diagnosed by a hip hopper
It's six sixteen, no clips, so hold that
Smack, I'm the new whip
But this shit throwback
'Cause the red pipes, hard tops
The interior's from nine-five
Rims is this year
Better bring bait for a sharks when fish here
So we don't test faith
You see the sparks, I'm in here
Landin' again, territories
Dare a nigga's starts squeezing
And if they do
They must not like their heart's beating
They doing dumb shit, for odd reasons
I'm on a chase, for that cake
Fast breaking, and we all feasting
I'm on a clock, with one Glock
And two bleeps
I own a strip, with one drop, and two seats
I keep a pen in the pad, but if the two meet
You gon' see John
I punch lines like Bruce Lee nigga
I could rock by ya he ain't in my Akh tire
I'm Speedracer
With a blazer I could mach five ya!
Bust shots 'til my Glock tired
The gun complain
It wanna retire from making shots fire
Only a fool would doubt me
Only the tool'll scalp me
I am the block, when it's hot
They would lose without me
'Cause, I'm the realest, and the
Illest, with the movement, akhi
Then tell the truth
No man could try to move or mock me
Bro, they couldn't play Prez if they
Made a movie about me cops search me
They'll probably get a toolie out me
So y'all respect it, 'cause I'm reckless
Nigga I'm a thug and I stack chips
More green than an Irish pub nigga
Woosah, ya heard