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Bronze Nazareth - Ponch'e Lyrics



Bronze Nazareth - Ponch'e Lyrics




[ Featuring Illah Dayz ]

Ct will I drop ill and real maledictions, erect and fittin,
Yo, spit load in they whole position, stop the bitchin,
Battle fields hot wit tension, spots get christened,
Filled up wit shots, major ammunition, street addiction,
Got me mellow, no doubt and missing plus my disposition,
Formal, playing forward position, off of intuition,
First thought divine, mines I listen, I crimed a mission,
Dishin out more of those intentions, got me locked in prison,
Far from a high school detention, facts I'm pitching,
From knowledge gained, John done risen,
I shine and glisten, leaving out, wit no time extension,
My rhyme be benchin, two and a quarter in the kitchen,
I slaughter water, recorders, mic fights, ain't no mics, I'm lynching,
Leaving MC's off the hook on these

Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation

Cyo, thoughts get cought, not be so revile,
Work the garden, pardon me, as I plant new seeds while,
My alamode in fashion, flashing, wit the golden globe, trashing,
G woven robe, patchy and old, nothin couldn't match me,
Cshy ass knees heads, ya'll niggas need to cease,
The builder back to the streets black, seven twenty d's,
Where ya minds at faggots, on lock, still on freeze,
Dreaming of g's on the block, tryna snatch the cheese,
Glocks real, like walkin rocks inside prison ill,
Yo uncontrollable grill ah get ya frame filled,
Get hit, wit all types of shit in dark hallways,
Who you marquettin my brotha, you threw from all ways,
Hard days, grew half ah braid, laughing at guards raid,
Play the yard in state gear, rock'em wit dark shades,
Lame niggas feather weight, I make they frames levitate,
Crushed escapades, I represented like ah delegate,
These are the breaks son, no feelings how ah felon ache,
These are the breaks son, no feelings how ah nigga ate

Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
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Ct will I drop ill and real maledictions, erect and fittin,
Yo, spit load in they whole position, stop the bitchin,
Battle fields hot wit tension, spots get christened,
Filled up wit shots, major ammunition, street addiction,
Got me mellow, no doubt and missing plus my disposition,
Formal, playing forward position, off of intuition,
First thought divine, mines I listen, I crimed a mission,
Dishin out more of those intentions, got me locked in prison,
Far from a high school detention, facts I'm pitching,
From knowledge gained, John done risen,
I shine and glisten, leaving out, wit no time extension,
My rhyme be benchin, two and a quarter in the kitchen,
I slaughter water, recorders, mic fights, ain't no mics, I'm lynching,
Leaving MC's off the hook on these

Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation

Cyo, thoughts get cought, not be so revile,
Work the garden, pardon me, as I plant new seeds while,
My alamode in fashion, flashing, wit the golden globe, trashing,
G woven robe, patchy and old, nothin couldn't match me,
Cshy ass knees heads, ya'll niggas need to cease,
The builder back to the streets black, seven twenty d's,
Where ya minds at faggots, on lock, still on freeze,
Dreaming of g's on the block, tryna snatch the cheese,
Glocks real, like walkin rocks inside prison ill,
Yo uncontrollable grill ah get ya frame filled,
Get hit, wit all types of shit in dark hallways,
Who you marquettin my brotha, you threw from all ways,
Hard days, grew half ah braid, laughing at guards raid,
Play the yard in state gear, rock'em wit dark shades,
Lame niggas feather weight, I make they frames levitate,
Crushed escapades, I represented like ah delegate,
These are the breaks son, no feelings how ah felon ache,
These are the breaks son, no feelings how ah nigga ate

Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation,
So what ya facin, heaven, hell situation
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Writer: JOHNNIE MAYE, JUSTIN CROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




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Performed By: Bronze Nazareth
Featuring: Illah Dayz
Language: English
Written by: JOHNNIE MAYE, JUSTIN CROSS

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