Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tenkkeys, artist - SPARK MASTER TAPE. Date of issue: 09.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tenkkeys |
| I’ve been gone only for a while |
| Now the whole fuckin' world, they’l be bitin' the style |
| Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck |
| Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up |
| Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up |
| That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck |
| We been a problem |
| Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably |
| Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody |
| Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will |
| starve and burn |
| When I hit up the clinic, they said I’m clinically finished |
| I say I’m just getting started, they say I must be retarded |
| They said I can’t live a minute shit I’ve been living for hours |
| I’ve been a menace a cop killin' villain never diminished the power |
| It’s Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you |
| plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the… |
| King Kong Gorilla the gold spitter |
| Dealin' the kkilla' of coke to all the dope dealers like… |
| Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck |
| Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up |
| Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up |
| That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck |
| We been a problem |
| Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably |
| Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody |
| Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will |
| starve and burn |
| Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop |
| now |
| Other quarter that i got’ll hold the squad down, with a leader that’ll shoot |
| the whole block down |
| About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new |
| apple phone |
| We ain’t been out of business we ain’t as bent out of shape |
| But we still like you mutherfukkers that’s making the cake |
| I’m a phantom in a phantom |
| Ghost rider kill them with the balance |
| Kilo of the coco boy named her Holly Valance |
| Run up on the game, forty four to keep them challenged |
| And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no traces |
| I been heated young, killer since the seed was sprung |
| We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this shit is done |
| I’m a dogmatic, stillmatic, real static |
| God have the ill habits, lord help him |
| Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck |
| Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up |
| Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up |
| That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck |
| We been a problem |
| Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably |
| Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody |
| Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will |
| starve and burn |
| If you can find me, you can try me |
| When you find me we start it |
| Riots we rock, riots we rock (Paper Platoon we mobbin') |
| Uhh, they askin' why we takin' it back |
| Cause the hood lined with coffins like a plane from Iraq |
| I paint a picture, but I paint with my raps |
| That’s why this AK-47 gonna' make me my stacks |
| I need a hundred fuckin' dollars |
| Hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills soup, soup’s on the table |
| like they coasters, you know how to find me |