
Canadian Ties Young Kazh (Ft. JD Era, Merkules, Mobb Deep, Onyx, Snak The Ripper & Snowgoons)
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[Prodigy]:
Yeah! Nigga Whut Up
Yo! H, Whut Up! My Nigga
Sticky, Whut Up! My Nigga
Whut Up! My Nigga
100 MAD
Infamous Shit
Mobb Niggas
Young Kazh, Whut Up!
Score Like Some All This Fire, Man
Turn It Shit Up Right Here!!!
1 - [Sticky Fingaz]:
Niggas ask for, so they're gon' get it
The way I bless, thought, shit, I'm in the wrong business
Come wit that mask off, you gon' need a mortician
Any last thoughts? Nobody gon' listen
What's your religion, nigga? I was born in prison
I'm GOD cause live or die it ain't your decision
Still lookin' for my heart like the tin man
Still let that shit spark BAM!
2 - [Snak The Ripper]:
We communicate in Morse code
Cos' we know that they tap the phones
Grab you by the throat
And fuckin' squeeze until I snap the bone
There's demons in my mind
And they ain't leaving Snak alone
Don't blame me, cause your bitch blow my dick like a saxophone
My style is ebola like eatin' a bowl of some shit
Or lickin' the pole at a strip club, I'm sick as it gets
Nasty ass, huff they ass with a lit cigarette
In first class on a jet sippin' a glass of moet, bitch
Yeah! Nigga Whut Up
Yo! H, Whut Up! My Nigga
Sticky, Whut Up! My Nigga
Whut Up! My Nigga
100 MAD
Infamous Shit
Mobb Niggas
Young Kazh, Whut Up!
Score Like Some All This Fire, Man
Turn It Shit Up Right Here!!!
1 - [Sticky Fingaz]:
Niggas ask for, so they're gon' get it
The way I bless, thought, shit, I'm in the wrong business
Come wit that mask off, you gon' need a mortician
Any last thoughts? Nobody gon' listen
What's your religion, nigga? I was born in prison
I'm GOD cause live or die it ain't your decision
Still lookin' for my heart like the tin man
Still let that shit spark BAM!
2 - [Snak The Ripper]:
We communicate in Morse code
Cos' we know that they tap the phones
Grab you by the throat
And fuckin' squeeze until I snap the bone
There's demons in my mind
And they ain't leaving Snak alone
Don't blame me, cause your bitch blow my dick like a saxophone
My style is ebola like eatin' a bowl of some shit
Or lickin' the pole at a strip club, I'm sick as it gets
Nasty ass, huff they ass with a lit cigarette
In first class on a jet sippin' a glass of moet, bitch
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