Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ln For Life , by - Cuban Link. Release date: 17.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ln For Life |
| Don’t even move a muscle |
| Clap at ya feet, blast your boot buckle |
| Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle |
| Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death |
| Piece the bits together till you come up with at least a brick |
| Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back |
| Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that? |
| I suggest that we bubble it all |
| Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score |
| I stumble across my share of obtsacles |
| Staring death dead in the optical |
| Cuz I wasn’t scared of the impossible |
| Ask the rasta dudes if our ganja ain’t the tightest |
| Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain’t the whitest |
| And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus |
| If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence |
| That’s the science, my alliance is Terror Squad |
| If there’s a god, show me sign so I can share my scars |
| We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype |
| Better get it right or get deaded on sight |
| So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice |
| Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night |
| We in for life, under the lights but I’m outta sight |
| When I write sometimes I wonder if it’s outta spite |
| I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge |
| Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it’s the life we live |
| Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes |
| For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist |
| Slugs put you in a coffin for life |
| It’s bug how they put you on ice |
| For the love, the money ain’t right |
| Haters’ll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night |
| Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit |
| Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch |
| Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix |
| It seems foul,? |
| niggas while the cream pile |
| Didn’t give a fuck, talkin tough «Look at me now» |
| Shockin the world, should’ve been on top of your girl |
| She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world |
| For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know |
| You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow |
| We about to blow, step up in rank |
| Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think |
| Aiyyo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine |
| No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game |
| Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame |
| Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train |
| My vocals’ll slow your brain |
| I’m comin at you like a boa-crane |
| Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather |
| Eliminate who you call better |
| It’s all «shut up shut up», I’ll leave your car wet up |
| Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better |
| Sippin amarettos, whippin the Vette instead of a Jetta |
| Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas |
| Ghetto dwellers, y’all better duck when I let off the beretta |
| Hit em up, yet I’m the terror that America wants dead |
| A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead |
| I stomp a hole through your chest |
| Grab your soul, mold ya flesh |
| Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death |
| Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me? |
| See you niggas creepin over there |
| Thinkin y’all niggas could cut corners, get around |
| Nigga this is the mothafuckin T-Squaders |
| We will BUY YOU mothafuckas, simple as that |
| So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps |
| Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that |
| Mothafuckin Terror Squad |
| Since the mothafuckin early 80's until |
| WHAT! |
| You better ask somebody |
| This the real shit here, NO ONE REALER! |