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Correct Combat Lyrics
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[Intro] Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps [Verse: Danny Brown] I don't give a fuck I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck Tell me, "What's up?" All about the game, so I'm hunting big buck Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long Pass it down to me like a heirloom The Henny got me wetter than whale piss I die for this shit like Elvis Boss up and shake down Get it jumpin' like a techno breakdown Night young and we just gettin' started Let me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade party Got smoke, of course Goin' up, fireworks on the Fourth Take mine, and I do it with force Been with this shit since I jumped off the porch Used to chop grams on my Grandma's sauce Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear or Tryna play 'round, you be hangin' with (Huh) Cop a pound and it put me down an ounce Bust it open like them hoes came in Got more bills than the Olsen twins Focus, I can see where ocean is Kush thinkin' like it broke the wind [Chorus: Danny Brown and Q-Tip] What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from that dope house What it is, what it is, what you know about? Came a long way from the— [Verse 2: Danny Brown] All I cared about was the stacks and the stage When it's time to re-up, [? 1: 13] partner got his [?] Ain't rocket science class, I ain't tryna pass math But grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts Anything could be my last, livin' like that Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance Nigga gotta face the facts, mixed with your own Sun spread your light, others make a marathon Tryna live on through my music The future influence, the next to do it The odds are against you, kiddo [? 1: 35] everything from you, like a divorced widow Tryna get it like the next negro Want beef? You gon' fuck around and end up a vegetable Tryna give you a little game Get some, get locked, and back again [Chorus: Danny Brown, Q-Tip and Consequence] What it is, what it is, what you know about Came a long way from that dope house What it is, what it is, what you know about Came a long way from the [Verse 3: Q-Tip, Consequence, and Both] It's a combat zone Everything, what they on Red top, blue top Get the green, own the block It's a combat zone Everything, what they on Red top, blue top Get the green, own the block It's a combat zone Tryna get that bag Cash that lick, get that bag It's a combat zone Tryna swerve around 12 It never fail when you goin' through Hell It's a combat zone Count that lick real quick (Combat) Get the bag, get It's "from the pen" not "in the pen". Bag, whatchu got It's a combat zone Get that lick real quick (Combat) Get the bag up, and the swag up Before the car pull back up [Verse 4: Danny Brown] Listen, all a nigga wanted was a Chevy or some Wasn't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, nigga, fuck savin' Didn't know we'd see them whores like Wes Craven Hook jumpin' out them fan stores on payment Locked up with dirty white boys, all musty Prayin' for probation, hope I get lucky Court-appointed lawyers, gotta stay copping Put you in predicament, but that's your only option Sink or swim, look at him in the system Just another nigga, one-way ticket to a prison Tried to help, only hurt in the end How the fuck 'posed to take care your kids in the pen' It's the life that we chose, friends become foes That nigga snitched on, everybody know Son don't know how to stick to the code Nobody to trust, that's the way life goes [Outro: Q-Tip and Consequence] I've seen hand grenades (Combat zone) I've seen beer... Beer-can (Combat), beer-can bazookas made (Combat zone) Damn things hit you (Combat), just-just as getting hit with a gun (It's a combat zone) I've seen. 22 zip guns (Combat), I've seen. 38 zip guns I've seen (Combat zone), I'll tell you, this about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen (Combat) I've seen dynamite on the street I've seen all this You'd be surprised, man Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb
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