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Correct Bring Em' Up Dead Lyrics
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"Bring 'em up dead" "Statik Selektah" "Can you say New York City?" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead" We dump lead like a Brita Mutate ninjas with shells, no Shredder, no Splinter Hit you in the leg if you turn sprinter We corner store bread winners, North Face in the dead of winter Nose running, block hugging, snap a picture I'll show you how to do this son Turn a 8-ball into a pool table that'll fill up your pockets in six months Twist blunts, wishing I could go back just once Man I miss the old New York, I'll fuck around and get fronts You kids front like you tough but you snitching You'll do anything to get out of them cuffs like magicians Everybody I dap will give anybody a nap Have a crowd screaming "Wait/weight!" like everybody is fat I joke about it because I lived it then I wrote about it Flowed about it, hopped on stage, did some shows about it But I'm not these rapper niggas, dog I'm so about it Little argument, I probably hook that's how I go about it Word though, I tell your bird whoa Easy on the brain, slurp slow Girl I'm swerving I don't want to hit the curb yo That's the perks though, I get a couple bands Ice flood a couple bands every time I let a verse go I'm on a low-carb cheating All this bread got these wolves eyeing mine but you be clinging to that ? "Bring 'em up dead" "Statik Selektah" "Can you say New York City?" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead" I'm from the home of the homeless, nobody wand is chromeless Police try to regulate but we own this, fiends throw on loafers Toes frozen sliding through the snow just to try and sell they sofas Hocus pocus you disappear from all that smoking Yellow white rock is more than potent, it's soul-controlling And we in sole control, the more dough you fold You scale that totem pole, the hoes grope your pole The shooters on pay roll, you ready to rock n' roll They ain't hopping out of patrol cars no mo' But it ain't sweet nah You graduated now them feds want to speak hah What's wrong, cat got your tongue? Well keep it shut or my alley cats'll scratch at ya gums Do the crime, gotta eat that time soldier Hang that up bad boy, slide time is over I got roughed up by the roughers, fucked up motherfuckers Escaped hopping them gates and scuffed up all my chuckers And I'm still running but not from shit I just been on a shitting run, they got run shit You old ass niggas hating cause your son flipped Whenever he hear that yaowa after the drum hit (yaowa) Your slum bitch give you a cum kiss I keep a bad young bitch that squirt, when I fuck her she cum piss I tell shorty suck my soft dick and "Bring 'em up dead" "Statik Selektah" "Can you say New York City?" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead" "Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime" "Bring 'em up dead"
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