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lirik lagu triple seis - roll till we bankrupt

[chorus: head crack & t.u.d.]
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
hoppin’ out big trucks, high up, jewels up
any n~gga act up go and get bruised up
we the n~ggas in the club that’ll tear the roof up
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
i get a call on one gram of weed that i ain’t touch
gun holders are soldiers, y’all n~ggas walk the plant, what
it ain’t luck, it’s sk!ll, fake what, be k!lled

[verse 1: triple seis]
it’s a dirty game when you against the grain
got k!llas you trust, bust two in your frame
hoping you up, see the blue in your vein
just ’cause you gave clue you was lame
wasn’t really true to the game
we ain’t good, know what thе hood do to your name
should’ve been pursuing your aim
we could’vе been two of the same
now we gridlocked like a pent lock on his b~tch spot
i spit like n~ggas who pinch and keep the strip hot
i don’t give a f~ck what your clique got
took itself and turned to n0body for help
never wait the wealth, over my fam to be somebody else
it’s when the tables turn, it’s too late to learn
you couldn’t wait your turn or face the metal burn
it’s all love but the love is death, only the thugs who rep
will be remembered through the troubled stress
i’m from the jungle jets, who wanna rumble next?
[chorus: head crack & t.u.d.]
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
hoppin’ out big trucks, high up, jewels up
any n~gga act up go and get bruised up
we the n~ggas in the club that’ll tear the roof up
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
i get a call on one gram of weed that i ain’t touch
gun holders are soldiers, y’all n~ggas walk the plant, what
it ain’t luck, it’s sk!ll, fake what, be k!lled

[verse 2: head crack]
yo, son, yo, yo, cold hearted, foul thinker, beer drinker
let the heat sink in, slugs in your back till you make her
bruce tight n~gga, jeans in hoods, jewels type n~gga
who that n~gga’s head? don’t make me lose y’all n~ggas
i rap for the paper, clap for the paper
sell crack for the paper, k!ll your pack for the paper
real smooth n~gga, yeah, you know real cool, n~gga
nothin’ to lose n~ggas, it ’89 attitude, n~ggas

[verse 3: t.u.d.]
until i touch heaven skies, my eye in the flames
i been eyeing the game, hopin’ you f~ggots die in vain
if not, i got you walkin’ with an iron cane
and believe i apply the pain till the sirens came
i roll with a bunch of wild n~ggas that if you try to tame
it’ll be a crying shame the way you naming five in your brain
f~ck a shine and the fame, it was the hit on the chart
i’m talkin’ mic instrumentals and take this sh~t to the park
[chorus: head crack & t.u.d.]
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
hoppin’ out big trucks, high up, jewels up
any n~gga act up go and get bruised up
we the n~ggas in the club that’ll tear the roof up
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
i get a call on one gram of weed that i ain’t touch
gun holders are soldiers, y’all n~ggas walk the plant, what
it ain’t luck, it’s sk!ll, fake what, be k!lled

[verse 4: triple seis]
i’ve seen bobby get snuffed off the happy dust
n~ggas bust just ’cause they ain’t want the cuffs
i play the hand of death dealin’, i’m in the next buildin’
still in the jets, trying to make the best k!llin’
this ain’t a show case if they ain’t show seis
put the gat in his mouth, make ’em have to blow his face
just open the safe, say one, he’ll marry your grace
close your eyes to wake up in another place
this is the art of war, a hundred bars of horrorcore
i’m out to the yard to see what the squad is for
you get knocked off the screen, chopped off the team
this old dub think they drop off the cream
i’ma keep it poppin’ till i’m locked up in queens
ain’t n0body stoppin’ till we hoppin’ out the beam
all over a grudge, you made me bust
i’ma roll till i’m bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
[chorus: head crack & t.u.d.]
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
hoppin’ out big trucks, high up, jewels up
any n~gga act up go and get bruised up
we the n~ggas in the club that’ll tear the roof up
yo, we roll till we bankrupt, ride till the tank’s up
i get a call on one gram of weed that i ain’t touch
gun holders are soldiers, y’all n~ggas walk the plant, what
it ain’t luck, it’s sk!ll, fake what, be k!lled

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