Lyrics The Drill - Bizarre, D12

The Drill - Bizarre, D12
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Song from the album: DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 6
In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:04.05.2016
Song language:English
Record label:No Money
Age restrictions: 18+

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The Drill
You know who it is, it's the Affiliates nigga
Them niggas who's in the streets nigga
The Affiliates nigga, I'll let you know
I'm still throwin' up XO
I even got a new PO
Flipping my Lexo then jettin' home
I'm still wrong than a motherfucker my nuts grow
Bigger with every inch I walk I strong arm on your mother
I still smother a nation of undercover cops
Patients remains in Matrix, I have none, never got it
I'm still a product of AKs when they spit I still get excited
You niggas still don't say shit
(Kon Artis)
Cage man, kinda cute with customized guns
That shoot out bulletproof windows and coupes
Gorilla with show gear
Affiliates giggling with more liquor than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla
No,
, you're not bigger than D-Twizzle
We Godzilla's that start mosh pits in hot spillers
Call the ambulance up, I'ma back my Trans-Am up over this
(Pay attention bitch)
(Kuniva)
Believe it, my homie, that's what they call me
Known for keeping the car
with no Atari
You don't really know me like that, bitch, get off me
Packin' heat to make your brain freeze like a Frosty
You can play police, get bossy
Hustlin' every day like Rick Ross be
So don't double-cross me
If you double-cross me, I got a pump
Every time you run across me, I double-pump Marcy
(Bizarre)
Cuttin', killin', slicin'
A young Tyson mixed with a violent Viking
Ecstasy, Hennessy, drove by the pound
Xanax, Vicodin, somethin' to calm you down
I'm so pow, I sit your ass down
Red wall, like I'm makin' a background
Cash money, no juvenile
Act wild, I stab you with a fingernail file
(McVay)
Immaculate, I slap a
backhanded with a Manson mentality
Take a Magnum and open up that back spasm
No happy ever after, a catastrophe
Laughin' at pastors and snatchin' eulogies
You can be stupid and beef
But what you doin' is pursuin' a death that you never cheat
Smokin' marijuana greener than 93's
Cannabis cups snatcher by any means
We at ya like a pack of jackals
Shout out to Marshall Mathers
Shady Aftermath, the motherfucking label niggas
Paul Rosenberg whaddup
Shady limited
The return of the dozen niggas
There's about to be a Young Mase up in this shi-

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