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Correct Our Time (Feat. Dark Denim & C.O.I.N.S.) Lyrics
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Correct Our Time (Feat. Dark Denim & C.O.I.N.S.)
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F/ Snuggle-Up [Dark Denims] What? Take it to your motherfuckin head Royal Fam, yeah, just me and you, nigga Just me and you Prepare to die nigga Yeah you, with your snake-ass Slitherin all up in my grass, with your fake ass The Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part' My team tight like fifty-five niggas up in the 'partment What bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equality Yo, nigga, Timbuktu got your ass stuck to poverty Fuck the law, because the law made enough Disrespect my Fam, awww you done fucked up Who sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimental You think I give a fuck, have some knuckles to your dental The rhymes tight, fuck five mics Gimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War street That's what I said right, you playa hater Save that bullshit for later I shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greata You dubplated, we can never be related Niggas like you keep my Fam motivated In ninety-nine it's our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Snuggle-Up] Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant Fuck a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5 Niggas is weak, a new single as I speak I realized half the world ain't been baptisted As the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe Allah Good-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happen One man assault against, everything rappin Pregnate the industry, I'm claimin that it's mine No need for blood, test the albums on time And when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feed Teach the culture-seed, longevity And if the truth shame the devil I'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killed I'm nice with the skills, for real I pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteous C.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what? In ninety-nine it's our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Dark Denims] My Law & Order will slaughter niggas in the first quarter You wack nigga? Yo, let me rock the mic for ya The Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'em My Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly Venom You can't fuck with the lyrical Bomb you and your physical Inspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital 85% of you niggas is not original, it's over Ask Jehovah, I put the witness in a coma Ran up on a buster with an Arizona We rule shit, same old niggas on some new shit My new slips got you bitches dancin to my music In ninety-nine is our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Dark Denims] (Snuggle-Up)] {*Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-ass labels" on the background* Yeah, all you fake ass niggas, Royal Fam, COINS {*Dark Denim hachs and spits* Spittin on y'all niggas for the nine, 2G What? Comin at me with that old time bullshit What? (Original U.K. Fuck you!)
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