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The Seige

Bad 2 The Bone

 

Bad 2 The Bone

(álbum: Duality - 2019)


Yeah man
Mother fuckers talking about
We miss Pac, we miss Biggie
We need that old hip-hop that good shit
We don't like none of this new shit
All that "if young metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you"

Sometimes I lose my mind get a little ratchet
Hoes want cash all they get is hard dick
From that place where they move white bricks
And the cops say say hi with a damn nightstick
Broad day light and we still hit licks
Rock 10 gold chains and you still ain't shit
Sip a lil' something bitch get a little lit
Just might go M. Night Shamylan Split
Bricka Bricka nigga this a stick up
Sending shots hope you get the picture
Bitches lying better switch the filter
We know how you look Michael Jackson Thriller
Link up
Try to see that you need us
You can't have good without evil
Raise hell in the cathedral
You don't know who to trust
This a Game Of Thrones and I'm Little Finger

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bone
Bitch better know that I'm heir to the throne
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everywhere I go they know I'm bad to the bone

Yo
Mother fuckers always want to talk about who on shit
Who on top
Who pooping shit who not
It don't really fucking matter man I'm the mother fucking heir to the throne
Y'all niggas ain't shit man we here

Open your mind
You don't even notice the blood in your wine
Run up your spouse
Run up in your house and fucking redesign
If men are monsters
And God is the maker ain't he Frankenstein
You do all that talking
Them choppers start barking
I bet you'll get lower than your credit line
Mandem never been faithful
All black clothes no racial
Flow too cold that's glacial
Man come for me that's fatal
Bitch niggas act prenatal
Everybody change like cable
Man on the rise man everybody dies
Wonder if they got racism on the other side
Keep all that fuck shit away from me
Why do you think you're the same as me
Why do you rap like there's latency
I just be waiting here patiently
You know there ain't no escaping me
You know we move like an agency
Fuck it man somebody pray for me
Fuck it man somebody pray for me

Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Everybody know that I'm bad to the bone

Link up
Slow it down
Don't seize up
When it goes down
Ease up
Put the phones down
On the throne now
With the gold crown
Do it bruh
For the hometown
From the jail house to the playground
From the graveyard to the state house
Either get down, or you lay down
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Heir to the throne
Hold up

hecho

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