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lirik lagu horseshoe g.a.n.g - beat jackin' 2011

[hook 1: julius luciano]
now this is that horseshoe sh-t
you f-ckin’ with us? of course you is
if you not, that’s unfortunate
we’ll take your shine and that wh0r- you with (x2)

[verse 1: julius luciano]
okay, i’m ahead of my time, i’m p-ssed my clock
sorta like a spastic, i spazzed a lot
got a short fuse, in fact it’s too short
like my n-gga from oakland or the lifespan of pac
talk sh-t, get up in your fight stance to box
but i don’t fight lames, tell dice p-ss the glock
right past your block, clap clap
then i’m in a hotel, yeah i’m at the hyatt alot
high at the top floor with a wh0r-
i stand ciroc, i smash the tw-t, so i’m asked to stop or
she climax, put a few fl!cks in my ipad to watch
i got it locked, we a different creed
no rock band, but my band’ll rock
y’all don’t know what to do, say you untouchable
okay n-gga, but your wife -ss is not
yeah, my swag is winter meanin’ the temperature is that of december
cold, i’m finna expose f-ggot pretenders
you marvel at my crew, power call us avengers
i battle anybody no matter the gender
i’ll serve the chick then i’m happy to bend her
don’t clash with me, i got an axe to swing at your family tree, then i’m shoutin’ out timber
you all might wanna ease on back, you stealin’ my fresh, i’mma repo that
yeah i’m in the building and my flow is concrete meanin’ too hard to sleep on that
understand i’m a n-gga from the slums, walk to the beat of a different set of drums
y’all splittin’ when i come, i’m like obama gettin’ elected, i make n-ggas wanna run

[hook 1: julius luciano]
(x2)

[hook 2: 50 cent sample]
if n-ggas so hot, why they ain’t got what i got?
(x3)
you do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[verse 2: andrew ‘dice’ dinero]
i’m sellin’ sentences, i syllable slang when rhymin’
silly w-lly, i should be in an insane asylum
my favorite sort of entertainment is mainly violence
blaze the iron, they gon’ chill in the cayman island
a crazy tyrant, dismanglin’ lames that’s flyin’ off at the mouth
i should be caged, but can’t tame this lion
yeah, since i exceed the expectations, the rest hatin’ mumblin’ under your breath, save it
when techs waitin’, it’s game over, checkmate b-tch
expect to see blood when i shoot, i’m west cravin’
and once my chrome blast, i’ll take a rag and get rid of prints
like when the artist was formerly known as
y’all n-ggas is flammable, y’all so gas
y’all flow is a waste, y’all a waste, y’all so trash
i have your b-tch on her knees like she tryin’ to beg
at full throttle, have her gobblin’ my bottom head
you got a problem n-gga, holler, you gon’ swallow lead
take multiple shots as if you got a hollow leg

[hook 2: 50 cent sample]

[hook 3: demetrius capone]
i just don’t give a f-ck, i just don’t give a motherf-ck
this c.o.b

[verse 3: demetrius capone]
take a photo of me f-ckin’ your b-tch, picture me givin’ a f-ck
my d-ck literally lives in her guts, now she in love
i think my d-ck’s a gift and a cuss word
she came first like she was risen from the genesis dust
you broke n-ggas live on a bus
i talk down to you n-ggas and you listenin’ up
my flow is why you need to p-ss in a cup
if the fuzz kicked in the front do’, my flow is the sh-t you should flush
i’m cold as h-ll, h-ll i’m even colder
because i’m cold as h-ll, el nino pneumonia
you’ll be cold as h-ll, when h-ll freezes over
you know what, i’m lb’s deebo, i told ya
we might tag team your family reunion
me and a bad piece that look like gabrielle union
blaow, blaow, blaow, leave your family in ruins
but if the b-tch gets shot, i’ll bag me a new one

[hook 3: demetrius capone]

[hook 4: kenny]
n-gga, n-gga this is cob b-tch
(x5)

[verse 4: kenny]
yeah, i switchblade a pr-cks ribcage
you lower than weak, i’mma call you 6 days
when it comes to macs, we got more 11’s than 6th grade
you a female housekeeper, b-tch made
the one pr-ck’s is unfit to run with
my stomach’s still rumblin’ but i munch cliques by the hundreds
with chicks, i don’t discriminate one bit
in fact, i’m currently f-ckin’ a 6 point 6 s-xtillion ton b-tch
i’m in these streets so much, they swear that i’m homeless
beware of the omen, barin’ my soul and scarin’ opponents
your career is temporary like every emotion
name your favorite rapper, i bet that they’re in my colon
you might catch me one day in a flying spur while i’m rollin’
then in another car the next day, that was just the spur of the moment
bet your life when i let off, the .44 ends it
for instance, leave you stiff for forensics
you claim you got it but you ain’t got sh-t (stop it)
we quarterbacks, we go off in pockets (drop it)
n-ggas can’t (stop it), n-ggas only (pop sh-t)
n-ggas never (pop sh-t), but n-gga this is cob b-tch

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