I know drug dealers, my uncle killed my them thug niggas
Bum niggas, yeah they always used to bug niggas
Thrill seekers, yeah my mama was a peace keeper
My daddy thugging, around the corner was the grim reaper
Rock Calhoun Circle, yeah I throw up the block
Run from the cops, Makaveli still wearing Pac
Who gettin' popped? Yeah niggas still got the drop
Run from the ops, Jehovah's Witness to scared to knock
Look
Bars that you can't withstand, pull up in a sprinter van
I ain't gonna diss that nigga, boy I was a killer then
Drop a hit and hit again, twirling like a ceiling van
Screaming out "lord forgive me", yeah I was a different man.
Popping paranoia to popping addies, to popping up
Niggas got the drop on my spot but they still ain't popping up
Niggas got the watch on my spot when they see me in the club
Used to drive Nissan Versa, now I drive the city bus
Look
I need to say no more, it's been feeling like the cold war
I used to get beat behind closed doors on hard floors
They quick to know more, so quick to no more, say no more
Look
I come from a place were niggas just tied their laces
Putting metal to your face, you thought it was braces
Yeah, I watch their numbers triple just like it's the Matrix
Ain't gonna say too much cause I still got open cases
Bitch
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run
Watch this
Quick to precision, I'm quick to the grind
This is the return of the define of the immaculate mind
Quit making rhymes, carry your rounds, carry your 9s
Niggas buried alive, bodies could never be find
My daddy came late, way back in '98
Papa was pushing weight, Chris at them pearly gates
Alcohol sealed his fate, hanging around all these fakes
God made me hesitate, niggas could never wait
Niggas could never be still, niggas still carry the steel
I heard the blood got spilt, niggas are stealing to kill
I heard the mother got killed, I heard the father got killed
Yelling out
Take the Gucci bag and the North Face off her face
Da Hangout - Emmanuel's Revenge Lyrics
Da Hangout - Emmanuel's Revenge Lyrics
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I know drug dealers, my uncle killed my them thug niggas
Bum niggas, yeah they always used to bug niggas
Thrill seekers, yeah my mama was a peace keeper
My daddy thugging, around the corner was the grim reaper
Rock Calhoun Circle, yeah I throw up the block
Run from the cops, Makaveli still wearing Pac
Who gettin' popped? Yeah niggas still got the drop
Run from the ops, Jehovah's Witness to scared to knock
Look
Bars that you can't withstand, pull up in a sprinter van
I ain't gonna diss that nigga, boy I was a killer then
Drop a hit and hit again, twirling like a ceiling van
Screaming out "lord forgive me", yeah I was a different man.
Popping paranoia to popping addies, to popping up
Niggas got the drop on my spot but they still ain't popping up
Niggas got the watch on my spot when they see me in the club
Used to drive Nissan Versa, now I drive the city bus
Look
I need to say no more, it's been feeling like the cold war
I used to get beat behind closed doors on hard floors
They quick to know more, so quick to no more, say no more
Look
I come from a place were niggas just tied their laces
Putting metal to your face, you thought it was braces
Yeah, I watch their numbers triple just like it's the Matrix
Ain't gonna say too much cause I still got open cases
Bitch
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run
Watch this
Quick to precision, I'm quick to the grind
This is the return of the define of the immaculate mind
Quit making rhymes, carry your rounds, carry your 9s
Niggas buried alive, bodies could never be find
My daddy came late, way back in '98
Papa was pushing weight, Chris at them pearly gates
Alcohol sealed his fate, hanging around all these fakes
God made me hesitate, niggas could never wait
Niggas could never be still, niggas still carry the steel
I heard the blood got spilt, niggas are stealing to kill
I heard the mother got killed, I heard the father got killed
Yelling out
Take the Gucci bag and the North Face off her face
Bum niggas, yeah they always used to bug niggas
Thrill seekers, yeah my mama was a peace keeper
My daddy thugging, around the corner was the grim reaper
Rock Calhoun Circle, yeah I throw up the block
Run from the cops, Makaveli still wearing Pac
Who gettin' popped? Yeah niggas still got the drop
Run from the ops, Jehovah's Witness to scared to knock
Look
Bars that you can't withstand, pull up in a sprinter van
I ain't gonna diss that nigga, boy I was a killer then
Drop a hit and hit again, twirling like a ceiling van
Screaming out "lord forgive me", yeah I was a different man.
Popping paranoia to popping addies, to popping up
Niggas got the drop on my spot but they still ain't popping up
Niggas got the watch on my spot when they see me in the club
Used to drive Nissan Versa, now I drive the city bus
Look
I need to say no more, it's been feeling like the cold war
I used to get beat behind closed doors on hard floors
They quick to know more, so quick to no more, say no more
Look
I come from a place were niggas just tied their laces
Putting metal to your face, you thought it was braces
Yeah, I watch their numbers triple just like it's the Matrix
Ain't gonna say too much cause I still got open cases
Bitch
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run, run
The pigs are coming, run, run
Aye run, run
Aye run
Watch this
Quick to precision, I'm quick to the grind
This is the return of the define of the immaculate mind
Quit making rhymes, carry your rounds, carry your 9s
Niggas buried alive, bodies could never be find
My daddy came late, way back in '98
Papa was pushing weight, Chris at them pearly gates
Alcohol sealed his fate, hanging around all these fakes
God made me hesitate, niggas could never wait
Niggas could never be still, niggas still carry the steel
I heard the blood got spilt, niggas are stealing to kill
I heard the mother got killed, I heard the father got killed
Yelling out
Take the Gucci bag and the North Face off her face
Writer: Da Hangout
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid