Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Countdown , by - PachangaStormSong from the album Countdown, in the genre ХаусRelease date: 02.02.2017
Record label: Voyeur
Song language: English
Countdown |
| 12 years of struggle, 12 years of hustle |
| For 12 years couldn’t stay my ass out of trouble |
| Ran 12 spots to sell grass in the jungle |
| For 12 years a motherfucker stashed on the humble! |
| Like 11 big dudes on the line of scrimmage |
| I spit with the strength of Popeye on spinach |
| Give me 11 minutes, nigga, and your girl is finished |
| Leave your ass heartbroke and your world diminshed |
| Caught 10 cases, 10 different files |
| Seen the same face rocking 10 different smiles |
| Bag 10 dimes with 10 different styles |
| Glad the Knicks got rid of Chris Childs |
| There was these wild ass cats thought they had 9 lives |
| Trapped on 9th behind enemy lines |
| It was two against 9 no escape this time |
| Tapped their spine with a couple blasts from a 9 |
| Yo my brother is you with it, hey oh yeah I’m with it |
| Yo son is you committed, I stay committed |
| Making the digits, 4 ways to split it |
| Souls Infinite, ya got to come and get it |
| My moms used to tell me I should talk with my father |
| You dropped 1 album with 8 different authors |
| 8 different A&Rs, 88 offers |
| I stick to Showdown, why even bother |
| I take 7 MCs put them in a line |
| Add 7 more brothas that think they can rhyme |
| It’ll take 7 more before I go for mine |
| Now that’s 21 MCs ate up at the same time |
| 6 million ways to die you know the rest |
| I’ve got a 6th sense for shorties with big breasts |
| It used to be who’s the best and who’s fresh |
| You got something to say player take it to my chest |
| This is real hip hop like Fab Five Fred |
| We murderin' tracks like 5 shots to the head |
| You dead. |
| We do it so the kids get fed |
| Sing the song if you heard what I said |
| Chorus (Repeat 1x) |
| Build 4 corners, cross 4 waters |
| Bloods' been shed for the New World Order |
| A penny 4 my thoughts, I need 4 quarters |
| I’ve got 4 names 4 my unborn daughter |
| I knew this European chick with 3 black kids |
| With no idea of what black is |
| Had 3 different niggas in just 3 years |
| Even let my man hit it off just 3 beers |
| That’s 2 too many, 2 peas in a pod |
| 2 MCs or not, we’re like Mo Cheeks & Doc |
| 2 tumtables and 2 mics to rock |
| Blow up spots to set up our own shop |
| Square One life to live so this life we give |
| 1 Love to the ones who pump our shit |
| Thump our shit in 1 room appartments |
| Have your neighbors call the police department |