lirik lagu m.v.l.l. – now what
m.v.l.l. (ft. a.b., cron hypnostein, and ces) – “now what”
[emcee(s): a.b., cron hypnostein, and ces]
[producer(s): will tell]
[intro: a.b. and ces]
a.b.: stupid motherf-ckers. yeah. yo, yo
ces: now what? now what, motherf-ckers? (stupid–ss n-gga) look at yourself (you don’t even know, you don’t even know). look at yourself, motherf-cker
[verse 1: a.b.]
i’m in a battle. it’s where i’m forced to attack you and clap you
wrap you with l-ssos—the h-ssle to catch your adam’s apple
trap the tabernacle, crack your castle, then stab you, then smash you
p-ss you, then crash you and blast you. we so hot, the devil’s baffled
constantly sh-tting on you like we just used the bathroom
rattle your bones with chrome and stone bow and arrows
zombie, you’re frail walking on trails bl–dy and narrow
touch as the barrel explodes, slow flooding your ‘parel
smart as a pharaoh. in this ballgame, dawg, you get tackled
your squad babbles while my squads get harder than gravel
we charge in your chapel, trap you, grab you in laundry for castles
if we cackle, better believe it’s with a chrome barrel
quickly squeeze on enemies and snap their bone marrow
y’all stone statues once the slugs being thrown at you
[verse 2: cron hypnostein]
yo, a lot of n-ggas get dropped like habits
can’t stop the madness, so i’ll watch the bracket
to a pope like magic and scream, “that’s it?!?”
my actions embrace cl-ssics. in the way?
receive a casket by masked men times ten
for what you flashing. my men preserve satisfaction
at the right time, let it splash and flood
what’s my p-ssion? do not ask. balancing
i’m thrashing and fastening all cats with
flashing while i’m mastering. half your men
can’t accomplish my actions then. imagine
now. verses long as the nile serve my style
i’m versatile. ain’t no circus clown
you’ll get murdered, pal. then i’ll shift to the virgin
now. where it’s worth the while, get served like
“blao!” could have emerging, clown. now you
earth for now but looking back persian-style
worth a smile. ny murder trial
ny murder foul. not found, kept confidential
hot, sound essential, drop pounds from mental
[verse 3: ces]
get by me, b-tch, you know i’ll knock your t–th right out
f-ck holding know—i’m known to let the beef right out
lsd, tne down to creep right out
on your block with glocks and let the heat right out
it’s not a game. y’all n-ggas could get shot in the brain
and if it wasn’t for your man, i’d be popping up things
i’m kind of insane from selling all that product of ‘caine, but i
got to remain on the top of the game
you say you don’t feel this cat? how real is that?
when your mens is on the side like, “that’s a real–ss cat”
you’re holding heat in the building? i’ma steal that gat
rolling deep with the villains and it’s real as that
[?], the n-gga with the brolic b-lls
known for popping fours, drizzy off of alcohol, got it all
a locked-down block, fifty four-pound
glocks, and n-ggas is jiggy all around, bop
i’m aiming at you. you think [?] shots
you need to get a job and put the iron down, cop
[hook: a.b. and ces]
[ces]
now what? y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
the guns’ll bust. my n-ggas is dangerous
[a.b.]
now what? y’all n-ggas can’t be me, god
see me, god. guarantee your team be scarred
[ces]
now what? y’all n-ggas got problems, baby
revolver or automatic, i’ma solve ‘em, baby
[a.b.]
now what? y’all n-ggas want headshots, duke?
do you want to really see the f-cking lead pop, duke?
[ces]
now what? y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
the guns’ll bust. my n-ggas is dangerous
[a.b.]
now what? y’all n-ggas can’t be me, god
see me, god. guarantee your team be scarred
[ces]
now what? y’all n-ggas got problems, baby
revolver or automatic, i’ma solve ‘em, baby
[a.b.]
now what? y’all n-ggas want headshots, duke?
do you want to really see the f-cking lead pop, duke?
[ces]
now what? y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
the guns’ll bust. my n-ggas is dangerous
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