Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Field, artist - Merkules. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Song language: English
In The Field |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no |
| Fuck rap, I know how it feel to kill a man |
| These niggas don’t be in the field, they be on Instagram |
| These streets' is a full-time job, we don’t take nights off |
| We be pullin' heat out on niggas, takin' they ice off |
| Niggas stay shootin' at me, but they’ll never clap me |
| All my ops is pussy, where the diamonds from dead daddy? |
| Don’t let shots, head shots, we merkin' you nigga |
| Mike’ll smack your mother for birthin' you nigga |
| It was cheap to get him killed, it cost a Louis belt |
| That strap he had on his waist ain’t do him no help |
| Who gon' raise your kids with that being said nigga? |
| You ain’t no deadbeat, you just dead nigga |
| Dead 'cause you was beefin' with the wrong one |
| Your girl pregnant? |
| You ain’t get to meet your newborn son |
| Now he gon' grow up in the trap nigga |
| That lil nigga might be pumpin' my packs nigga |
| Might make him go shoot something for Merkules |
| He feelin' himself now, he think he Hercules |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no |
| Just got a call from Uncle Murda, we gon' fuckin' turn up |
| And we ain’t talkin' pocket rockets when we tuck the burner |
| You hit with enough shells to fill a bowl of macaroni |
| Bitch, I’m married to his music screaming «Holy matrimony!» |
| There ain’t no one swaggin' on me, I’m the flyest of the century |
| They pussy, they won’t look into the eyes of all they enemies |
| On a bench with a stick on me, like I just got a penalty |
| They know I got the sauce, that’s why they tryin' to get the recipe |
| These uppercuts can fuck you up, they might affect your memory |
| Murda got a brand new burner, she named Penelope |
| They won’t tell it to my face, they know my resume is straight |
| Never ran, never ratted, this is Planet of the Apes |
| Too smooth with it, I ain’t even had to catch a case |
| Graduated from the game with straight A’s in first place |
| So much ice around my wrist, you think it’s forty below |
| I’m good in Brooklyn like I’m homies with hope, you already know |
| Yo, someone grab another bottle, it’s a celebration right now motherfuckers. |
| Woo! |
| Let’s go! |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| When we rob you for your ice, won’t think twice and take your life |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap |
| You’ll see blood across the pavement |
| Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya’ll ain’t actually in the field, no |