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Correct Word Is Bond Lyrics
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Correct Word Is Bond
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(uh) Chorus Word is bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off Like a kit-kat Casue ya can't git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit diamond d With some brand new shit for the year of '93 I got a loop on my crate And I'm duckin The way I'm rhymin on the break Till the brothers, fuck it Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So don't step up cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm everlastin Chorus Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man) Yo it's diamond d The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom that's exotic With my man everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the fee Kid, my name ain't sebastion Give 'em my mom's demo tapes Foam'n at the mouth Dreamin of makin papes I know your thirsty Lord have mercy I got ten acts And ya want to be the first, g Come on, dad Let me breathe yeah Don't be the lint ball on my sleeve Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates Have dough in the pocket And sleep way past 8 I know the feelin Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin But your shit ain't appealin So make haste I'll stick it to a like paste Don't sleep I got the 9 on my waist Chorus I lick shots for the soul assasins I lick shots fot the diamond d I lick shots for the everlastin And I lick shots for the d-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So don't get started Just disregard it Cause I'm retarted With an agrial stubin When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it Just like a news reporter I'm causin disorder Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard So if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card Chorus
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