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lirik lagu lunasicc - major figgas

-(lunasicc talking)-

uh uh. ah ah. uh uh. ah ah. uh uh. ah ah. uh uh. ah.

verse 1

fo the rest of my life
i be ballin f-ckin top notch hoes
makin the coroner mad as f-ck when he look at that body wit out clothes
frozen memories of m-th- f-ckin used to be
f-cked in the game i aim fo the brain constantly
doin 90 i mash
empty 8 miles an hour
my heat
i dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour,
these cowards,
don’t really know who tha f-ck they f-ckin wit,
eddie bauer,
super sport, lexo’s, wit shipped kits,
went from nike’s to levi’s,
top hats, to black ties,
from nation to worldwide,
been a gangsta since knee-high,
fallin on you b-tches, stayin away from you snitches,
so if anybody got nuts, i’m servin yo -ss like some tennis,
servin yo -ss like a gymnist,
who got it crackin like me?
ain’t no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po,
movin ’em off that weed,
i will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it,
call the coroner for that -ss,
yo life i’m gonna take it.

-(chorus)- x2

i got sumpthin for you gangstas that’s major n-gg-z,
made n-gg-z, straight paid n-gg-z, clockin major figgaz,
i’m goin all out to get what i got, holdin my own,
call me the king of cali, northern valley is my home.

verse 2

i stick b-tches like a cactus,
an i’m deadly wit no practice,
layin these n-gg-z down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a
matress,
no theatrics,
these movies ain’t got sh-t on me,
it’s this mafia life i live in the s-a-c,
these n-gg-z be lookin pitiful,
wit rhymes that come out critical,
actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pr-nouns, an syllabls,
you n-gg-z can’t get wit me can’t daddy i move too quickly,
most of them they talk they sh-t, but they scared to rain like they name
missy,
my pistola, he ring like motorola’s when i’m drivin,
attractin attention like hoes,
have naked,
sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city,
get the picture,
kill it don’t matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker,
they say rich or for poor,
but that sh-t ain’t nuthin but paper,
it’s siccness, i’m major cuttin yo flesh like a razor,
an f-ck dr. dre… eastcoast n-gg-,
who the baddest?
life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised.

-(chorus)- x2

verse 3

til my casket drops,
i’m a be steady pimpin, dippin,
doin my thangs,
checkin n-gg-z hangin on me like gold chains,
please back the f-ck up,
before i go pump the trunk up,
dump yo -ss inside,
then ride to the site an dump you off m-th- f-cka,
kill, kill, kill,
murda, murda, murda,
catch me ridin sumpthin clean,
b-mpin some sh-t you never heard of,
put my b-b in tha 7-3-5,
b-m-dubble,
ain’t no sucka, i’m blastin on you punk m-th- f-ckaz,
casualties of war,
harcore like my feezie,
booty rappers i call em chester cuz they sh-t sound cheesy,
an that’s fo sheezy,
what kind of man would i be,
if my rhymes was tight as f-ck costin about 30 g’s,
n-gg- please, i’m the youngsta makin the noise like thunder,
candy paint on my 6-4,
gotta drop it before the summer,
this that real sh-t,
n-gg- you can’t f-ck wit these,
do or die up in my city, when i’m chasin my cheese. uh.

-(chorus)- x3

i got sumpthin for you gangstas that’s major, beeitch, beeitch.
that’s right, westcoast m-th- f-ckaz(m-th- f-ckaz)

that awol camp(awol camp) uh. uh. uh. you know one for the money b-tch

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