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lirik lagu husalah, san quinn, messy marv & the jacka - 100 rounds in the k

[intro: husalah]
yeah, yeah, once a mothaf-ckin’
this sh-t slap. n-gga i been ridin’ with slap since i was 14 n-gga on everything n-gga, doin’ donuts, sw-ngin’ since i was 14, eightin’ n-gga. n-gga since i was 14 n-gga getting money n-gga, for real though

[verse 1: husalah]
yeah
ever since, i was a young nig’
i learned to benefit off what the guns and dope did
most nights of my life with the vitos and c0keheads
my diet once consisted of cheetos and roach eggs
’til i got a front, still i f-cked it up
so i sold a dummy rock like a young chump
got back, flipped a bird, hund’ pump, full pump
n-gga say he want hus then it’s pumps out the bump
i was on like sh-t my n-gga
any punk want that funk the pump i give him
i’m really not concerned with humpin’ them b-tches
i got the whole hood burnt down pumpin’ and flippin’ n-gga
but on the real cutty, i ain’t gon’ lie though
get rich and f-ck a b-tch is my motto
foot to the throttle, dumb -ss a-1
dope fiend rentals, back to back i’m scr-ping ’em
i take ’em to your hood and rob sh-t
young n-gga mind saturated with mob sh-t
the mob b-tch, so fast it’s nascar
i’ma let the slap dumb knock for the last bar

[chorus: the jacka]
you got the glock sideways but that don’t amaze me
smoking purp, not haze the god’s must be crazy
they wanna take me out the hood, but never change me
other rappers get famous straight from the streets
we stay in the beef, but we don’t speak about it
you told the world you a thug but we really doubt it
a hundred rounds in the k, n-gga get showered
you ain’t sh-t in the bay but the realest coward

[verse 2: the jacka]
the realest 80’s dope game is why the way i am
got me in a state where i don’t give a d-mn
copped a c0ke habit touching keys with my bare hands
man i’m just a young n-gga, state to state drug dealer
living life key to key ain’t never fun n-gga
riding ’round with a gun, waiting on the worst to come
n-gga you ain’t been to none, but you wanna be though
so i rock you with the tee just to let you see though
laughing at you squares tryna beat you an me yo
yeah it’s all rap ’til they clapped at the sea show
i love the rap fans but i do it for the g’s though
come on man you see yourself, out here really f-cking with it n-gga

[verse 3: husalah]
everybody know i been around the world and i, i, i
series in his fake -ss punk, he don’t wanna die
i do shows, screw hoes, come through on fours
keep suckas scared to death like white hoes
punks can’t f-ck with the m-o-b
we slide up, spray up your block to make you know me
you ain’t ready yet, slow down and recollect
n-ggas hop out the car and throw red flame in your white chest
this sh-t is so deep they can’t comprehend to digest
the question is, they really want funk or will they digest?
yes, another untouched victory
i hear any of you punks mentioning me then ya history

- lirik lagu husalah san quinn messy marv the jacka

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