lirik lagu enxk - far from home
[intro: rasta t & so serious]
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we can do this western style, meanin’, toe to toe, you see
take ten paces to the front and turn around as i buck thee
[verse 1: lil pooh]
on my track sellin’ my crack, watchin’ my back, po~po’s in the ditch
one po~po came up tryna creep, lil’ pooh had to pop this b~tch
playa pooh, what you wanna do? strapped like a army tank
armed, droppin’ bombs, sounds alarm when i’m in the bank
cops scopin’, bud smokin’, handcuffs up on my wrist
takin’ a chance, life or death, f~cked up in some dangerous sh~t
frayser bound, n~gga finna clown, cliqued up with the gimisum
livin’ like a thugsta, now my life is on the run
[verse 2: redrum]
player haters, perpetraitors, fakers in the human flesh
you can tell a buster b~tch coward by the way hе dressed
get so buck and call ‘еm out, from your yalk, they start to duck
bulletproof vest can’t save you, ho
d~mn, i guess you outta luck
steppin’ up in the club, player haters got that mvp
got the kinda protection, ’cause they always ready to d~i~e
r~i~p, b~i~t~e~b~u~s~t~e~r~z
livin’ by the next n~gga, r~i, motherf~ckin’ p
strizzapped, wizza izza glizzock
shoot you right between your eye
never gonna buck you wizzouth god, so you can’t say god made a surprise
redrum n~gga, k!ll a ho, ain’t afraid to catch a charge
real n~ggas cleanin’ pistols, busters gonna’ hide and bide
bullets no duckin’, you b~tches, i’m buckin’, your nuts should be tuckered, just leave me no choice
k!ll a ho, make ’em drop dead to their knee, n~gga
please, don’t mess with me, i have no remorse
bullets and buckshots, they spreadin’, they leavin’ outside
from my pump of my place to plastic glock
terrify, hollows and straight for they player hatin’ n~gga get’s tortured, for touchin’ my block
j rock and redrum just leavin’ your body numb, k!lla is shootin’ them teflons
[i bet you, this ammo possession, just gangster and sh~t?]
your blood you gon’ spit, your wig gonna split
so get up on the life support, stay the f~ck out of my buckin’ range
you halfway dead, your family scared
don’t let me just tell ya, no duckin’, mane
[verse 3: playa dre]
ain’t no duckin’ when my pistol off of safety
it’s too late to try to break my seventeen round gauge, n~gga, slow blow on your chest, while you runnin’, no escape
with the troopaz on my back, ’bout to go to war
k!lla in disguise, go surprise enemies, when he creep
hollow point thangs in the air, travel like a plane
dead at your brain, put you in a deep sleep
playa dre the crooked type, pull up from the five
light street, seven street n~ggas, off of kney
kenny, skinny, brown and my n~gga yo everclear
with the pearl handle on the chrome .45
dazed, full of hay, when i’m on a mission lookin’ for a lemon tryna hustle on a motherf~ckin’ track
lay ’em on his chest in the mud, pop a slug, like a thug
full of drugs, then i leave his skull cracked
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