Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 225 Rounds, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song Legendary Weapons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп225 Rounds |
| I live life lavish and my chain is karats |
| The last name on the train to Paris |
| Used to be lame then attained the merit |
| So many clothes can’t name the fabrics |
| Dynamics, I want the fame |
| And my name engraved in granites |
| Here’s his lane, now came to grab it |
| You moving sideways, change your habits |
| Used to rock minks, then I changed to rabbit |
| From out the garbage, I came from average |
| Used to be righteous that changed to savage |
| Bang my ratchet like Bangkok Dangerous |
| 36 Chamber fist Trianglist |
| Watch me mangle this Star Spanglist |
| Rock cowboy Wrangler creating mega-hits |
| I’m from the grain Game at my fingertips |
| Yeah! |
| Killa Hill lay it down! |
| Killa Bees on the swarm! |
| Nigga |
| Ayyo I plow down? |
| like I’m out for revenge |
| Fuck it, it seems like the drama never ends |
| Be in the projects like I never left out |
| Might be on Osgood, see a nigga stretched out |
| I can’t take it seems like my hood is cursed |
| Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first |
| My old whore, she march with a foul parade |
| Don’t learn shit til another child is sprayed |
| I’m out here, fuck it, like I live on? |
| and Rico |
| Keep a low cut like Margie |
| I don’t give a fuck, y’all made me bitter |
| I’ma whip your kids out like a babysitter |
| I’ma grown man but I’m young in the mind state |
| Live in every borough but New York my tri-state |
| Test me you know I brought a bitch on the tour bus |
| Pour piss on you, leave you stuck for 4 months |
| My head fucked up, I’m off my clean streak |
| Don’t make me pick the 9's up, I come from mean streets |
| My unit snitched on me, ratted me out |
| They all ganged up on me, tried to take my mouth |
| However the cause I’m in jail and get bent |
| They cut from dirty cloth, I’m cut from cement |
| Original, got the crazy glow |
| Them devils tried to jump me, I’m crazy though |
| Absolut Vodka rat crush mad Goose |
| O.G. |
| all day like I be on the deuce |
| Pop off with it, get your army in order |
| Staten Africa, Islam, across that water |
| Yeah; |
| Told 'em «Have Gun--Will travel» |
| Blowing earth metals, black son spill gravel |
| Bronze Man oblong javelins in my cabinet |
| Detroit cement salutations from the missile plant |
| Quick to the hollow point, it ain’t no olive branch |
| My low-cal 4 0 cal. |
| in the cardigan |
| Tempted by Satan put a bullet in his diaphragm |
| Walk around black clouds and quiet violins |
| A tire fire blends poet and violent pens |
| Illest skill, got steel plots and iron winds |
| Uphill need a ghetto spill, the sirens sing |
| Street dreams. |
| black season, inspired kings |
| For fire water veins, still rain Listerine |
| They chains through to my «Roots», no doubt Ben Verne |
| On the road to riches and diamond speech |
| I might turn a bag of white sand in mountain peaks |
| I don’t text to send messages |
| My testosterone stimulate her estrogen |
| Whether Black, Caucasian or the Mexican |
| Asian, she get the message and she coming back for sex again |
| Organic drugs |
| My natural persuasion |
| You under the influence of 36 invasion |
| Spider-man amazing but I’m darker then Parker |
| Skin got abrasions from Arya and Tasha |
| Sliding down the street cold |
| Pull up to your party stimulated with a Jeep full |
| Of jerry gap honeys and bottles of vodka |
| Plus the weed rolls, here we go |
| Mediating, never jealous, over zealous |
| Wu Tang’s my fellowship |
| Fans mash up accapellas of our lyrics with Beatle tracks embellishes |
| The idea clearly that Wu-Tang forever |
| This way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness |
| Joined by God no man can sever this |
| I complete jobs free and effortless |
| Use tiger crane, snake style plus the leopard fist |
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