Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Incite A Riot , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Incite A Riot , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопIncite A Riot |
| Up north for the county, I’m rowdy as the records was |
| Blue vodka, hate me but respect the buzz |
| Who shot ya? |
| That’s a question that’s for anyone |
| It took my homies getting to respect the gun |
| Pushing thirty like Derrike Cope pit crew |
| See the tree addiction how we stick dudes |
| Branched off same state that the Roots from |
| Same hate as Jena Six, swing from a noose hung |
| My discussion nothing short of disgusting |
| Accordingly snuff em then I’m in the court for concussions |
| I’m harder to get than a quarter through customs |
| Get accustomed to adjustments or adoption by abduction |
| I was illegal before man knew |
| Had that handle with little Jamal and his man too |
| Mag attracts his rivals backs |
| I ain’t from DC homie but I’m liable to snap |
| You want it gullier than this? |
| Stuck guzzling the fifth |
| Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip |
| We do, we incite a riot in here |
| My dude, we incite a riot in here |
| You want it gullier than this? |
| Stuck guzzling the fifth |
| Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip |
| We do, we incite a riot in here |
| My dude, we incite a riot in here |
| Hip hop ain’t dead, yo it’s right in my stomach |
| I’m someone you’ll never see like a lifer in public |
| Breathe slow, believe show |
| Cause we so beast mode we de-bo to be broke |
| We the dough without knots |
| Hitting Harlem spots, kick doors and take a jar |
| Don’t get at me, let it be, not a gangster |
| But lose my temper quicker than a set of keys |
| Peel like lettuce leaves, deal with pedigrees |
| Feel my felonies in each verse I set em free |
| Bound to blow like a chickenhead tied up |
| Lyrically sticking flicking |
| Sicker than five months until my time is up |
| Five hoes without raw, picking the nines up |
| Victims get sized up, listen then wise up |
| Get your motherfucking throat slit with your spine cut |
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