CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : n*ggaz of Destruction
Verse:
I'm deep that n***a creepin' up through the back of yo hood
I got that goddamn thang up to no good
I'm breakin' n***as off proper like
Fake Emcee's that are thugs, gon get smoked just like a crack pipe
This n***a feed the mac, Capital K with L-E to break it down killin' ya'll lopz ez, ya'll b*t*hez ain't gon see me
My glockz and poundz and poundz
b*t*h n***as lay you down got death layin' you down
Ya'll done f**ked up now, had to hit the f**kin' spot
Too much weed in my system man is why ya'll pack the glockz
I rob these these hoez, broken toxic waste somewhere west
Weak Emcee's get the axe, Orange Mound n***a where I'm at
Next Vеrse:
Had to get destruction whеn I'm bussin'
These n***as of destruction
Concussions we be causin' on you suckaz
So what's up now? You been slipped and there ain't no backin' up
Just still destruction, yo guts blood you coughin' up
And wonderin' if you gonna die tonight
And just like a fact that you on yo back
But this is ??? ??? Gat took yo life
I shake that East-side figurine in his f**kin' face
I'm screamin' out kill killin' at will and my pistol is in it's proper place
I turn to walk away with no regret
It's still on yo grave that you enslaved that you lay you gettin' no respect
You left yo family and it's a damn disgrace
I hope yo roller ??? ?? help helper mortal never safe
Next Verse: Frezno
Well it's the swisher sweet smoker
No chocker
Bud Hoper
n***as slip but get f**ked up ??? ??? ??? and what's up get up
Frezno f**kin' leave em' dead one to his head here I come leave em' scared like I said ya'll dead
So don't come for me, with no bullsh*t I know artillery cuz' if you do you f**k with the gang and the memories
How could it be I got the appetite for destruction
n***as of Destruction, thanks for the ??? for the production
The Glock holda, I'm thinkin' bag holda who told ya
I was no killa who ever did what known what gorilla did
Cuz liver, and September hallow tips f**k n***as on my zipper
I don't give a f**k n***a feel the- tightness of my flow f**k these hoez
Gon remorse, f**k these hoez F R E Z N O those hoez
So zeek man, you f**k with my flow, I don't think so
Yo Frezno whatcho n***a wrote, to the end comprehend b*t*h!
(Tape Hiss)
I'm deep that n***a creepin' up through the back of yo hood
I got that goddamn thang up to no good
I'm breakin' n***as off proper like
Fake Emcee's that are thugs, gon get smoked just like a crack pipe
This n***a feed the mac, Capital K with L-E to break it down killin' ya'll lopz ez, ya'll b*t*hez ain't gon see me
My glockz and poundz and poundz
b*t*h n***as lay you down got death layin' you down
Ya'll done f**ked up now, had to hit the f**kin' spot
Too much weed in my system man is why ya'll pack the glockz
I rob these these hoez, broken toxic waste somewhere west
Weak Emcee's get the axe, Orange Mound n***a where I'm at
Next Vеrse:
Had to get destruction whеn I'm bussin'
These n***as of destruction
Concussions we be causin' on you suckaz
So what's up now? You been slipped and there ain't no backin' up
Just still destruction, yo guts blood you coughin' up
And wonderin' if you gonna die tonight
And just like a fact that you on yo back
But this is ??? ??? Gat took yo life
I shake that East-side figurine in his f**kin' face
I'm screamin' out kill killin' at will and my pistol is in it's proper place
I turn to walk away with no regret
It's still on yo grave that you enslaved that you lay you gettin' no respect
You left yo family and it's a damn disgrace
I hope yo roller ??? ?? help helper mortal never safe
Next Verse: Frezno
Well it's the swisher sweet smoker
No chocker
Bud Hoper
n***as slip but get f**ked up ??? ??? ??? and what's up get up
Frezno f**kin' leave em' dead one to his head here I come leave em' scared like I said ya'll dead
So don't come for me, with no bullsh*t I know artillery cuz' if you do you f**k with the gang and the memories
How could it be I got the appetite for destruction
n***as of Destruction, thanks for the ??? for the production
The Glock holda, I'm thinkin' bag holda who told ya
I was no killa who ever did what known what gorilla did
Cuz liver, and September hallow tips f**k n***as on my zipper
I don't give a f**k n***a feel the- tightness of my flow f**k these hoez
Gon remorse, f**k these hoez F R E Z N O those hoez
So zeek man, you f**k with my flow, I don't think so
Yo Frezno whatcho n***a wrote, to the end comprehend b*t*h!
(Tape Hiss)
