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lirik lagu dead prez - discipline

[styles p:]
straw… 354… ghost…
feel this… yeah

let me break it down i’ma n-gg- to ryde or die homey
2 gunz up or they either on my side homey
i ain’t first base so i won’t let you slide on me
i ain’t great adventure so i won’t let you ryde on me
you opened ya mouth but believe i can shut it n-gg-
p ain’t the barber but ya face i can shut it n-gg-
spent a half a million on the lawyer n-gg-
extraordinary gentlemen just like tom sawyer n-gg-, yeah
bust the rifle from far away
and i’m still tryna figure the triflin’est part of day
is it morning when the fiends cop
or is it noon when the w-ll–s wake up from they dream ock
or is it night time when we all grind till the green come
i’m smoked out with a machine gun
i’m in something all black know i’m always on the lean son
steady lookin’ for the cream ma
and i’m probably with a bad b-tch
but i’m usually for delf where i’m headed where the cash is
when you come through the hood get a p-ss like steve nash kid
cause sh-t thicker than mol-sses; get blasted

[snyp life:]
they say you only really as good as ya last rhyme
so i make sure my next one bring back time
so n-gg-z can reminiese when they last had shine
through my lines see that’s heart felt
make a cold heart melt
gring ain’t for everybody homie get a new route
re-in’ with the same sh-t you only see the same sh-t
‘se goin’ through them shoot outs my n-gg-z did the same sh-t
and they bang ‘fits and they ‘on’t care who you came with
me i just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin’ packs on the strip
turnin’ rags to chips put that hawk in ya face ‘fore i squeeze my clip
i ‘on’t clap back i pop first read my lips
3-5-4 n-gg- the sh-t so tell ya men
and for my n-gg- p i’m puttin’ it in till this sh-t end
you know what it is one for the block two for the team
screamin’ 2 gunz up while i’m strippin’ ya gleam yo

[straw:]
ever since straw small truck the mercedes
you’d think that i’d be dumpin’ a pump the way it drive the streets crazy
the flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack
and 16 keep the fiends comin’ back
it got me where i can’t be without my hard hat
teflon long sleeve and a large gat
heat seekin’ sh-lls attract to ya body heat
and even bullet time couldn’t help you dodge that
it’s too easy n-gg-z can’t handle my beef it’s too greasy
500 sl benz with 3 tvs
narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams
and some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine
tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train
cause wit 9: 11 crime feds watchin’ the planes
it’s them arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane

[bully:]
comin’ to box the s knockin’ a tribe called quest
i’m comin’ for you bad guys like i’m elliot ness
i’m with the host the ghost
we gave you toast to coast it’s 354 b-tch you supposed to know
i got it, you get it, you pay it, i spray it, you wit it
there never been a time in my life that i couldn’t get it
still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys
still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise
motherf-ckers been hatin’ you ready to dance with satan
the rugers c-cked; i’m patiently waitin’
p just gimme the word on these herbs that’s my word
mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve
hannibal lector style n-gg- dinner served
still got birds with curves that move birds
gucci frame donna karen b-tches that’s nerds
get in where yo fit in motherf-cker that’s my word

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