Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scarecrows, artist - Telemachus. Date of issue: 18.05.2013
Song language: English
Scarecrows |
| (It's real shit, nigga |
| Chemo baby, what’s good? |
| Moss |
| Got it |
| Military mind, nigga) |
| One in the chamber |
| Fifteen up in the handle |
| I’m up in this |
| I’m the lambo |
| Show 'em how the plan go |
| Take a couple of a hand notes |
| You just stand there and pose like a scarecrow |
| In '96 I had the TEC with the airholes |
| Fiends jumping out the manholes |
| Grand roles |
| Here’s a sample |
| We trample |
| Gamble |
| Making samples, be careful |
| Beware fool |
| We werewolves |
| Yeah, true |
| Tear through flesh |
| Scared niggas vamoose |
| Or get ran through |
| We pull up in that |
| Cannons |
| Timberland |
| Hammers to shoot |
| Then ran to Cancún |
| Now let that soak in your do like shampoo |
| You can’t spook me with hand moves |
| Boo, I’m an animal |
| Collect |
| Lex Coupé |
| Without a roof |
| Motherfuckers is washed up like Baton Rouge |
| I’m blasting a tune, clap for the loot |
| Plus how I rap to the tune |
| That’s satin-smooth |
| Platinum jewels, natural goon |
| Passing the |
| In the big Benz, black and maroon |
| I’m laughing at you acting a fool |
| But back to the |
| always keep the gat in the suit |
| Nigga, get mines |
| Whether it’s crack of spitting rhymes |
| Snatch shines off niggas arms |
| Then we move onto bigger jobs |
| Get mines |
| Where it’s crack of spitting rhymes |
| Snatch shines off niggas arms |
| Then we move onto bigger jobs |
| Spark the herb |
| You heard nigga, Mossberg |
| Make the big car swerve |
| That’s a sharp turn |
| Your hearse looking like starburst |
| Cars disperse |
| Plus keep the squeezer in my broad’s purse |
| Church, tabernacle nigga, some say |
| Watch for the cruising down the one way |
| Travel in peace |
| Oops, I meant travel with the piece |
| Or get clapped up in your black |
| They rap mundane |
| Some running untamed |
| But whether sun or rain |
| We hustle for chump change |
| Dump the gauge |
| We jump up in that plum Range |
| Ain’t no fun and games |
| My Uzi a ton it weighs |
| 20s of haze |
| Blaze in my stunna shades |
| Cut that butter and roll like tumble weed |
| Blood in the streets |
| Gun in my reach |
| Up under the seat |
| Here’s something to see |
| Who want it with me? |
| Dump in his meat |
| Slump in your |
| Trying to run with a key |
| Plug your physique |
| Make love to the beat |
| Up on a beach |
| Run up in it deep |
| Fuck it and skeet |
| Nut on your sheets |
| Dumb on the freaks |
| Some on a leash |
| That’s how some of us eat |
| The Summers is heat |
| Smuggling E |
| Your running your |
| Bubbling green |
| That’s because the struggle is deep |
| Nothing is free |
| Get mines |
| Whether it’s crack of spitting rhymes |
| Snatch shines off niggas arms |
| Then we move onto bigger jobs |
| Get mines |
| Where it’s crack of spitting rhymes |
| Snatch shines off niggas arms |
| Then we move onto bigger jobs |