文本歌词

Cremate 'Em - Shabazz The Disciple
Ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes
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Y'all know it's hell when I come through
I cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2
And we can settle it with shells if you want to
Bump you squeeze first I'ma haunt you
Or better yet I'll let the gun butt lump you
Dog tail up ya a** when I confront you faggot I'ma hunt you
Na'an ni**a could collab' with me
Cause when I spit my sixteen they get mad at me
Have them write their verses over tryna battle me
And ni**a that'll be a fatal tragedy
Sh*t you better off shooting or stabbing me
Than stepping in this f**king rap ring and jab with me
Get ya weight up motherf**ker wear the belt and the crown
Frozen niggaz like a dirty gat I'm melting them down
Self in the ground you f**king with a higher force
Niggaz be sacrificed you'll die on a cross
Angel on the pale horse
Leave you with multiple wounds when they find you
Ya man's comin right behind you
Ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes
Ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes
Y'all know the flow chops ridiculous
Taw like the blow niggaz cop on St Nicholas
You think I'm p**sy motherf**ker stick ya d**k in this
Like Biggie said sh*t infected with syphilis
Gonorrhea HIV flow sick with this
Put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this
Tryna get with this I'ma hit with this
Make you slit ya wrist y'all man a clitoris
Like chlamydia hard to swallow I burn throat
Getting rid of ya with hollows you mob turncoats
Word to the safe in the ceiling
My flow's like a burning punany hit the clinic get the penicillin
You see the logo ni**a 'STD'
F**k what you heard son the best be me
From Red Hook y'all niggaz know how long we waited
Y'all motherf**kers bout to get cremated
Ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes
Ashes ashes ashes ashes ashes
Put ya jewels up put ya house up
Put ya tools up ni**a put ya spouse up
We can go at it motherf**ker album budget for budget
And let your a&r judge it
Sh*t I'll have ya label push ya project back
Cause I get hyper than a f**king hypochondriac
Ain't no responding back
My magnum mic'll push ya conscience back
Give ya a** a holy spirit make you haunt the track
I I blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays
Leave ya whole record company in a daze daze
Tell ya ceo stop calling my house
Or the next f**king song son I'm calling y'all out
Better prepare for the long awaited finally made it
Y'all niggaz bout to get cremated