Infinite

Infinite - Wise Guys lyrics

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Verse 1

 

 It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome 

 I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home 

 Line up a target, some men deh walk and deh chat 

 But if a guy get outta hand I'll tare a match and try to light dat

 Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus 

 It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin' 

 But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin' 

 My mind is free from all the dust, gotta bust 

 While I'm wisdom knowledge, I guess you through me off misunderstanding 

 My mom's is having nightmare of me dying 

 Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know

 But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh, 

 Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff 

 Try to understand my mind body and soul

 Everything is still cool, but try to snatch you get ya head blown 

 

 Chorus

 

 Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong 

 Ain't nuttin' sweet,

 Cross pendants to dirty kronze

 Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss

 Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs

 Infinite, Wise Guys are never wrong 

 Ain't nuttin' sweet,

 lye down flat just for da cause

 Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss

 Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs 

     

 Verse 2

 

 I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open

 Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin' 

 Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open 

 I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin'

 Forget what he say

 Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain't never going dat way 

 So here what I say, your gettin' caught up in a knot 

 Watch what ya talkin', I'm puttin' kikos on da spot 

 Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind 

 It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine 

 So what, a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss 

 I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost

  

     Chorus

 

 Verse 3

 Line up a food, these fools is out to get served right up da block 

 Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks

 He kept the mudge in his socks 

 I glanced a glare of Roosters siren

 It wasn't us the Rex is heat up, like movin' amos in the mouth of madness

 Right through da top where skulls crack 

 We smarter den dat, he's sprawled out on the flat of his back

 Deh scared just by day way deh rap and I ain't gotta prove dat

 Just by da way dat deh act with Infinite so wheel it back.

 

 Chorus

 

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Language: English

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