This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real qui-
Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo
Word? Right
Yo, yo, son, man
See them niggas right there, man?
Yeah, I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man
Them niggas is shinin', everythin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for real-er
I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life clock, the beast'll time ya
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch, why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
Queens'll be the death of me
To the suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Dear God, I want the riches
Money hungry bitches infested
Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it
Descendant made of early natives
That were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon
The wedding of a freak and a beat
Seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, math we own
Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known?
I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic
The mic I strike in vain givin' the pain of what a MAC is
What you with? Lucci or drama?
No sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya
The suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin'
Queensbridge, boy, once again, boy
(Recognize, boy, recognize) Stupid motherfuckers
Yeah, yeah, street educated, created
Fly gangsta, Firm style
AZ, what up, what up?
Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge
'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down
L.E.S. on a murder quest
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real qui-
Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo
Word? Right
Yo, yo, son, man
See them niggas right there, man?
Yeah, I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man
Them niggas is shinin', everythin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for real-er
I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life clock, the beast'll time ya
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch, why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
Queens'll be the death of me
To the suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Dear God, I want the riches
Money hungry bitches infested
Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it
Descendant made of early natives
That were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon
The wedding of a freak and a beat
Seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, math we own
Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known?
I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic
The mic I strike in vain givin' the pain of what a MAC is
What you with? Lucci or drama?
No sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya
The suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin'
Queensbridge, boy, once again, boy
(Recognize, boy, recognize) Stupid motherfuckers
Yeah, yeah, street educated, created
Fly gangsta, Firm style
AZ, what up, what up?
Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge
'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down
L.E.S. on a murder quest
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
Suspect Lyrics as written by Chuck Mangione Leshan Lewis
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, GOPAM ENTERPRISES INC
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