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Correct Canarsie Artie's Brigade (Feat. Necro,… Lyrics
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Correct Canarsie Artie's Brigade (Feat. Necro,…
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[Ill Bill] You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul Turn the tables on the dough homie take control Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin' Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin' Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin' God hates us all, use a brick to decorate the wall Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull A world of pain so hot, Bill burst into flames Psychological spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full My rap speaks for itself, it's alive It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive Their ain't many like me not too many like me Too many wanna be like me it's not likely Ya packin' a sword and a bat But me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, ain't that ya queen I don't gotta play this game clean But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'm a utilize my brain to scheme Rap been producin' directin' pimpin' an evil thinkin' clappin' It's gruesome dissections I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York state The only emotion I displayed was hate From pigs with gats and kids that rapped Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that [Q-Unique] I clash with the mind of a machathetto And laugh if you cryin' when I blast the metal March with an army of darkness until ya shotty go shot less With a c*** that'll make ya mommy drop topless Write a bible quote with his blood on the wall Another horror flick victim is just, runnin' to fall Now the fbi say that theirs a nut on the crawl It's Q the fuckin' maniac, brought a gun to the brawl Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile Then slide up in the club and party with my portable steel Violence for the violent consumer, keep ya ear to the beat Ya eyes glued to the luger and true to the herd Hopin' to hurt ya fancy life Cuz I paid taxes and vote for the anti Christ Unholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinity Scrappin' dignity and quickly take the hoes virginity [Gortex] Cause back to before zodiacs, sharpshooter, top of the pack I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq Y'all know the cults back, the most hated with the sickest flow Control freak handin' out cups like I was Jim Jones Bury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubble Fakin' my own death to forge passports and body doubles Flash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakers Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers Dead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the movies Mental funeral the trauma unit since it was juvis Out the hood groupies, coke head thugs and rock cuties Motley Crue s***s love to chew c*** and cop boobies Swing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gor banner The pigs tryin' to catch me out shoppin' I'm so modest The gods are metal so consider the dream Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in Queens
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