[Intro: Arto]
Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka
[Verse 1: Ayrick]
Kissing my teeth, I'm surrounded by these Rastas
Step back and don't come around with the tough talk
Want me a lady and a flight to Las palmas
I'm just fucking sick and tired of the gunshots
Man's Shot, ever since a kiddo I had Asthma
Who got us hot around here, boy I brought the Magma
You in the presence of a beast, God's coming at ya
Pull up, hop out, Sir Sunny Magna
Nobody loves us but G-O-D
Life's a party, it make sense when we OD
And we Obey, the jungle rules, see homie
Pride is the silent killer, the devil, co3
So we gon' bе, whatever our destiny is
Evеn if the whole world's gone grey, Niko Bellic
This shit so neat, drive in it like Need for speed
And be sonic, in a world of slow runners
Who run their mouth claiming shit, but we don't see
A single W in your pocket, we don't speak
About the daily routine of ourselves, ears gon' bleed
If we start to talk about the shits, please don't creep
In our block, malice in our hearts, but we go clipse
Shit's so clean, legendary, heroic
Phone on, but I don't conversate
We be crawling like a Knight, y'all be crawling like them snakes
We been goin' hammer, goin' psycho, goin' crayy
Push it to the limit, we been goin' insane
Counting every second, ever since June 25
Still nothing in a homie's eyes but Flames, bitch
Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka
[Verse 1: Ayrick]
Kissing my teeth, I'm surrounded by these Rastas
Step back and don't come around with the tough talk
Want me a lady and a flight to Las palmas
I'm just fucking sick and tired of the gunshots
Man's Shot, ever since a kiddo I had Asthma
Who got us hot around here, boy I brought the Magma
You in the presence of a beast, God's coming at ya
Pull up, hop out, Sir Sunny Magna
Nobody loves us but G-O-D
Life's a party, it make sense when we OD
And we Obey, the jungle rules, see homie
Pride is the silent killer, the devil, co3
So we gon' bе, whatever our destiny is
Evеn if the whole world's gone grey, Niko Bellic
This shit so neat, drive in it like Need for speed
And be sonic, in a world of slow runners
Who run their mouth claiming shit, but we don't see
A single W in your pocket, we don't speak
About the daily routine of ourselves, ears gon' bleed
If we start to talk about the shits, please don't creep
In our block, malice in our hearts, but we go clipse
Shit's so clean, legendary, heroic
Phone on, but I don't conversate
We be crawling like a Knight, y'all be crawling like them snakes
We been goin' hammer, goin' psycho, goin' crayy
Push it to the limit, we been goin' insane
Counting every second, ever since June 25
Still nothing in a homie's eyes but Flames, bitch
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