Shabaam Sahdeeq

Shabaam Sahdeeq - Tonight lyrics

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[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yeah...

We never come up short, we drop the hits

Born to spit, y'all better warn the kids

That we out to stop all that boring crap

We out to sweep all y'all off the mat

Y'all weak like baby arms can't hold the gat

I'm 'posed to rep, straight Eastcoast connect

No frozen necks, it's doo-rags and baggy sweats

and Jordan kicks, don't slip we'll snatch ya chick

Pull off in the Cherokee and shit with me

Outta state, believe me I'ma stuff her face

You soft like cake, talk loud but run to jakes

What does it take, to let you know I'm one of a kind?

Sinister Sounds, watch how the kid get down

I'm here to stay, got free like _Amistad_

See through ya facade, see that you tryna be hard

While I strike ya bitch with the light in the box

You back for more, like crackheads bangin my door

Scratchin my wall, your crew bound to fall

I'm on my job, make it clear to y'all

That I got, no care no fear for y'all

Numerous bars, that'll leave numerous scars

Numerous cons, that'll bring numerous peeps

to stomp the street, stomp ya fleet, ya can't compete

S-Double break the beat, who want beef?



YO! YO! YO! YO!



[Hook]

We gon' tear shit down tonight

We gon' bag some chicks, get laid tonight

We gon' get some green and choke tonight

We gon' get some drinks, get drunk tonight, come on

[repeat]



YO! YO! YO! YO!



[Shabaam]

Ask around, who rhymes like a half a pound?

Crack ya crown, bleed when I lay you down

It's grimey now, fuck around get stomped out

So just chill -- them hoes tryna party now

When morning crow they ask what, where, and how

The most improved, SS fit in the groove

I'm spittin atchu, them cats don't wanna listen to you

You ain't hot while I'm like a boilin pot

It's underground, crack like a thunder sound

We plunder pal, wonder how we lock shit down

You ain't a thug, you fake like a Wallaby Lug

No apologies when I throw that slug

Raw for sure, mames when I kick in the door [starts fading]

I'm stickin ya whore, grab mics; blazed and torn

The chick; she laid out and she ready for more...
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