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Iron Work

 

Iron Work

(albüm: Iron Works - 2011)


Yo son, what up?

What up?

Yo What up with that Iron Works, for you know, dudes you know maybe ignorant to the fact, or a little curious... what that shit mean?

Yo, I thought it was clear, but, I mean, you right, I'll explain, basically it's, my Iron works!

So now you know, clowns!

... Brownsville...
... Bring it., bring it... bring it
Get some...

We bringing it to anything, anybody anytime, anywhere, anywhere
You can get it any day, any night, any war, any fight
Any crab? any cop, any ave any block, any block, that's how we rock

I live by a raw code
Tell it in record mode
Semi-auto wardrobe
My road was foretold
Dumb wars that cost souls
Broken laws and short goals
For the dough, unspoken mores you ought to know
If you deal in imported snow
Or Get creeped on slow on the lo, wanted by the po
Cause you never wanted to be taunted by a hoe
Was it all that I wondered though
You in over your head getting drugged out by the under toe
Had the ladies this summer ago
Your whole crew drove through
Like a Mercedes and a hummer show
Its a game but the Feds ain't playing, they 1 and 0
Locked in Arizona no rematch till you a hundred and four
You're their business and business going good
Can damn near pick a nigga off any corner in the hood
You on the wrong road find a better route
You might think you're clocking dollars but your time running out
The worth for your life you won't find an amount

We bringing it to anything, anybody anytime, anywhere, anywhere
You can get it any day, any night, any war, any fight
Any crab? any cop, any ave any block, any block, that's how we rock

I'm sincere, I been there in a grimmer mood
Step to big wheel, big steel to pop his inner tube
For my dinner food
Life's an album, don't end yours on an interlude
Yeah I spit it smooth, for your doom fitted jewels
Been on stoops where all hell broke loose, I didn't move
I'm from gun fire up the hill
None higher busting steel, some hire us to kill
I did it all when I was young trying to touch a mill
Now I know that's small paper, I need a tall caper
Word born if you ever scorn catch all vapor
My earth praying to Mary, begging I don't forsake her
Mom dukes know, I'm a law breaker
Couple guns but no drugs in the house so she don't call Jake up
She was live in her day, its part of my raw make up
She know I'm trying to scratch and claw so we all cake up

We bringing it to anything, anybody anytime, anywhere, anywhere
You can get it any day, any night, any war, any fight
Any crab? any cop, any ave any block, any block, that's how we rock

Don't fault me for wanting my pockets portly
Cops and slugs never caught me, we gonna get it shortly
By hook or crook, we used to cook and jukes
Now I fire off them rhymes, that I put in books
Should be easy, it wasn't nothing that I couldn't push
Birds in my hand, I don't look for bush
It find me, all dimes times three
Leave with grace after being laced with Ka Tai Chi
In'93 Stex come through in a fly V bumping YZ
Got it from Larchmont driveway robbery
We ain't pulling over for shit, we hot as wasabi
Luckily you can fuck with me if you into thorough
With no trace of patience racing on the interboro
Pardon me, the Jackie Rob
Stayed and shot around when Gunther niggas came to clap at bob
Matter of fact, I was working on my Yac from deep
When them same niggas came back to clap at Pete
That was routine, wen to cop my first hammer, for two beans
It wasn't too clean but when it hit the light that shit do gleam
Box of bullets couldn't wait to cock and pull it, bust chrome
Dirty, I took the number 7 bus home
Yeah, it felt good to be strong
Took it everywhere, dare a dude look at me wrong

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