- Stone Cold Soul 歌词 Rome Streetz DJ Muggs
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- DJ Muggs Stone Cold Soul 歌词
- Rome Streetz DJ Muggs
- Assassin
[Verse 1]
Ayo, check
Coming live from Gotham City screaming "Bruce Wayne, you can eat a ****"
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 **** 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
You know the ****, raise ya middle finger high
**** 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 **** 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
**** 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
[Hook]
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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