lirik lagu dj punisha - raw bass
dj punisha
the hard way (get all that, get all that)
aye boogie whats up though
f-ck the otherside
its a money thing
word to mother
[verse 1: sic mic]
hold on
ok i told my young n-gg- to hold this
he said og if they move wrong, i might lose focus
blow this heat with no flag on my face, so they know its me
like durant with the cannons out in okc
before the move
hoe i was shining before the jewels
doing numbers
young was headlining them on the news
trying not to lose my mind
i lost it anyway
waist every slug in the 9
imma toss this anyway (who want it?)
now my waist line steaming
for shooting in an occupied dwelling for good reason
like f-ck the otherside
nothing changes, but nothing stays the f-cking same
the streets
the n-gg-s
the prices
just play the f-cking game
your bars h-lla hard, but you ain’t living them
real n-gg-s recognize that weak facade you giving them
me and boogie the raw b-ss
the type to shoot it out after the car chase
broad day
the hard way
[chorus: sic mic ]
the hard way
shoot it out in a car chase, broad day
broad day
broad day
side
the hard way
me and boogie the raw b-ss
the hard way
[verse 2: boogie]
ay!
every word i utter, is guns and b-tter
thats word to mother
do like no other
standing up
no need to slumber
ducking undercovers, sh-t
you can ask about me
in the v
i was heavy with d
overweight lover
i run it all
f-ck a over under
you talking sh-t to a f-cking plumber
you barking at a lumberjack with mac
and a backpack in the back of the ac
this is capital punishment m-th-f-cka, (dj punisha)
f-ck we talking bout here
i am cochise
jesus christ in jeans around here
the kid so mean
get it done on b around here
they made me walk with a cane, said i couldn’t lean around here
n-gg-
i move the whole thing around here, in all 8ths
first 48, cold case
me and sick the raw b-ss
the type to shoot it out after the car chase
broad day
the hard way
[chorus: boogie]
the hard way
me and boogie the raw b-ss
the hard way
me and boogie the raw b-ss
the hard way
me and sico the raw b-ss
car chase, broad day
the hard way
[out:]
every word i utter
you can ask about me in the v
this for all of those
standing on the corner in 17 degrees
blowing in your hand for heat
the hard way
boogie the raw b-ss
sico the raw b-ss
for my n-gg-s on sunday to sunday paper chase
no breaks or no brakes, i see you
the hard way
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