Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell on Earth, Pt. 2 , by - Westside Gunn. Release date: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell on Earth, Pt. 2 |
| FLYGOD |
| Ayo |
| Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin', we vicious |
| Out in Oakland in the Rolls (Skrrt), might’ve been one of Felix’s |
| Stuck with a dealer’s mentality |
| Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we worth a God figure salary |
| Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles (Ah) |
| When I bag the dope, I’m reekin' of Creed |
| The gold bottle, drinkin' gold bottles, gun on my hip |
| I’m not a role model, bullets in the air, I’ll make your soul follow (Boom boom |
| boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
| I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower |
| Beat him with a mop and broom (Ah), his chopper’s in the locker room (Doot doot |
| doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) |
| We doing operations, niggas left the zippers (Ah) |
| I’m in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt) |
| A cold world make the TEC shiver (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| doot doot doot doot), don’t contest that (Ah) |
| I be at where you rest at |
| So many chains on, bitches askin' where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?) |
| The band on the Patek black, my nigga blew the trial |
| Heard he got max in the supermax, word is I’m diesel like Luger |
| Turned one to three and yelled «Hallelujah» |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| We’re going to see the king, ah, ah, ah |
| It’s crazy that I’m still talkin' yola, made a brick do yoga |
| I know 'bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma |
| A pale heart, I’m Dale Earnhardt with a smokin' motor |
| Black Sopranos, I took the oath for La Cosa Nostra |
| Did it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures |
| You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won’t consult ya |
| I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya |
| I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open ocean |
| A felon, I’ve been convicted, irrelevant what I’m spendin' |
| But what matter is I’m doin' better than what’s predicted, mmm |
| Should’ve got a Grammy nod, but fuck it though 'cause Royce and Freddie family |
| ties |
| Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe |
| This life crazy, every minute someone recordin' you |
| They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga, of course I do |
| Corporate moves, my office and my business resources grew |
| Took the long road, you niggas lookin' for shortcuts through |
| Expose who, nigga? |
| I’m hood as a gold tooth |
| Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth |
| I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah, those cute |
| But I’m the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof |
| The Butcher, nigga |
| Look |
| Jordan pack 5s, gun metal somethin' special |
| Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level (Woo) |
| Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled (Brr) |
| Know some gangstas in Arizona playin' the field like the Sun devil (Ha) |
| I put some diamonds in hon' bezel, it’s dumb yellow (Uh-huh) |
| I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo (Hahahaha) |
| I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel |
| Long money, talkin' billions, nigga, and I want several (Talk to 'em) |
| Ain’t worried 'bout them niggas, all them niggas puss' |
| Niggas dickridin' rappers real hard to get a look (They pussy) |
| I used to hustle on Doat Street, the carbon in the bush |
| Baggin' up at this fiend house, she shootin' doggie in her foot, ah |
| I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look |
| Sneak dissin', same niggas used to call me for a hook, right? |
| (Ha) |
| I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook? |
| Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took? |
| (Uh-huh) |
| Look, my city is the wildest (Ha), I know niggas up in islands (Wo) |
| Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala (Yeah) |
| And lately I’ve been gettin' bigger dollars, talkin' digits with the commas |
| (Talk) |
| If it’s smoke, we spinnin', bitch, I promise (Brr) |
| Look, duckin' and hidin' only get you bigger problems |
| 'Cause if it take too long to find you, then we visitin' your mama, |
| nigga (Hahahaha) |
| Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas |
| Street nigga for real, boy, my trigger finger callused (Boom boom boom boom |
| boom) |
| I see them pictures, them niggas need a stylist |
| People ridin' my dick, leaving opinions in my comments, nigga (Them niggas |
| pussy though) |
| I get my chef on, any career I step on |
| The fuck I look like puttin' a dress on? |
| Is you fucking crazy, nigga? |
| Machine, bitch |
| Out your fucking mind, nigga |