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lirik lagu stomper - book em

[intro]
we gotta go in right, clean their clocks

[verse 1: baby jokes]
mind on my money and money on my mind
but what we really do is gang banging life
on my level a doze [?]
from pico bridge to my city montebello
we know the biz, doing time since the kids
so tell ‘em stomps, why you bang the new pick
why big jasp still f~ck with the crack (what?)
you feel the pigs, you’re stashed in the ahh
my spruce’d love, the money and the drugs
dumb dumbs, listen to a little somethin’
we know each other doing time with the brothers
the pens money, ain’t sh~t without a runner
done deal, you a b~tch if you squeal
i hit the hood, our name carries chills
secret passage, it’s more than just rapping
southeast and the east, what’s happening?

[dialogue]
men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there’s a proper way to k!ll someone
it’s absurd, its aesthetic, we need it to endure the bl~~dy horror of murder
you must destroy that idea, show them what a messy horrible thing it is to k!ll a man
and then show them that you relish in it
shoot the wound, and then execute the wounded, burn them, take them in close combat
destroy their preconceptions of what a man is and become their personal monster
[verse 2: stomper]
well i’m that sick f~cking vato, down with charlie row campo
baby jokes, the homie jasper born and raised up in the f~cking barrio
smoking that bomb but late nights slanging sacks of clavo
backstreets or in them alleys, hustling cause we gatta
watching em grovel when i hit him with the semi~auto
not giving a f~ck, f~ck the world that’s my f~cking motto
ahí te wacho, kinda gacho when i pull the trigger
pico nuevo top to bottom, so it’s queer k!llas
76 deep even on them rainy days
p’s up to all my homies locked up in a cage
with the [?] feel the flames on the f~cking gauge
with slipping full the clip, there’s no one else to blame
legally insane, 51~50 man
grew up with vatos like this, always down to bang
nite owl been down for 10 f~cking years ese
too sick from the pick to the dos trece

[dialogue]
i’ll blow a hole in your face then go in the house and i sleep like a baby you can count on that
you wanna know what it’s like to k!ll a man?
well, it’s godd~mn awful, that’s what it is
i shot him right in the face with that rifle you were holding in there a while ago
now i got blood in my hands, i’m
now i got blood in my hands, i’m soiled
that’s why i’m going it alone tonight
[verse 3: jasper loco]
i’m from the home of the hit ‘em up
land where we get ‘em up
politicking bout these keys that i cop no cut
south side californ~i~a
where every day spreading k’s till ya buy the case
so let it rain, let it drip on a hoodrat b~tch
we dip sticks, popping clips turning thangs to chips
don’t get it twisted when you f~ck with the real
it’s redrum with the pick, 213 on the hip
where guns clap, brains splat
anybody gets smashed
and just downed another one as i’m guzzling yak
illmatic as i bury the mac
and only ever speak the truth
motherufckers a fact
i made it x style
and i was born a 213 child
and i was gonna bruise but her kidney smelled foul
so now you’re knowin’ how i’m living my life
it’s big jasp 213 and i’ll die with my strikes

[dialogue]
you heard what’s going on in there?
heard a lot of bullsh~t, i know that much
this isn’t bullsh~t my friend
what do you know?
maybe i do and maybe i don’t
what i say is my hey got no business negotiating
whether going back in there with bullet for everybody in the yard
is that right?
we do it now, we can do it later
later ain’t gonna be no use
we gotta go in right, clean their clocks
[verse 4: tiny loko]
tiny loko be the name,homie check the credentials
long beach the reason why i remain racial
they wanna see me fall, patiently slipping
you out your mind if you think i went soft, you trippin’
never clubbin’ always thuggin’
strapped slapping that clip in
the only club you catch me at
is where them b~tches be stripping
you can catch me with your b~tch hoes you know i be d~ckin
don’t give a f~ck what you thinking
i stay smoking and drinking
see i do this for the love of the streets
get my hustle on everyday, homie i don’t sleep
this is for all the gangsta on the block who be throwing it up
to all the homies in the hood who still be showing me love
this for them low 10 switches while they bumping my sh~t
to all them b~tches on my d~ck cause they love how i spit
to all the homies locked up doing time in the pen
for all the homies rest in peace, i’m a see you again

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