Keep Ya Ears To The Streets Kasinova The Don (Ft. Mr. Bo'z Tha Spokesman)
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[Intro]
Yeah
Kasinova (Tha Don, Tha Don)
And Mr Bo'z
Alter-The-Ego (Records, Records)
Hey Courtney, what up homeboy?
I hear the streets is talking
Even me or about you
Uh, let 'em know
[Verse 1]
I watched the game fold, and then my eyes went black
Stay strapped for them bitches who dare to take it back
So now i'm cautious, holding on for bigger portions
Verbally speaking, across the mind i'll be reaching
The reason i'm breathing, to leave them blinded while i'm creeping
It's even decieving to know the reapers steady sleeping
It's crazy, you think you hard cause you well known
Fucking with Kas' and get your chest blown
Teflon, when I bomb will I remain calm?
Strong arm your whole army with my bloody palms
Hit glass and break fast like it's Ramadan
Ski masks and red flasks with my niggas on
And it's the daily venom with Mr Bo'z and Kasinova on this extramental
We packing steel because the shit we into
So make way for the made niggas
'cause they ain't really got the heart to speak that's why they made liquour
Yeah
Kasinova (Tha Don, Tha Don)
And Mr Bo'z
Alter-The-Ego (Records, Records)
Hey Courtney, what up homeboy?
I hear the streets is talking
Even me or about you
Uh, let 'em know
[Verse 1]
I watched the game fold, and then my eyes went black
Stay strapped for them bitches who dare to take it back
So now i'm cautious, holding on for bigger portions
Verbally speaking, across the mind i'll be reaching
The reason i'm breathing, to leave them blinded while i'm creeping
It's even decieving to know the reapers steady sleeping
It's crazy, you think you hard cause you well known
Fucking with Kas' and get your chest blown
Teflon, when I bomb will I remain calm?
Strong arm your whole army with my bloody palms
Hit glass and break fast like it's Ramadan
Ski masks and red flasks with my niggas on
And it's the daily venom with Mr Bo'z and Kasinova on this extramental
We packing steel because the shit we into
So make way for the made niggas
'cause they ain't really got the heart to speak that's why they made liquour
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