Royal Fam
Royal Fam - Mic Ammo songtekst
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[movie sample] You picked the wrong night to talk shit 'cuz tonight I'm a nigga wit nothin' to lose I'm a very dangerous type of nigga' to fuck wit! [Dreddy Kruger] My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya, Dutch Master rapper White cracker slapper, twist darts like Cappa When I smoke trees, before and after Supreme rapper, jaw tapper Track by True Mast' and John The Baptist, bitch Nuttin' but classic hits from Miami to Bushwick My voice alone attracts mothafuckas in masses Fat asses with glasses, 85% of you hot dogs sound like asses You're soft like ashes, lookin' funny like rashes [Timbo King] I'm like straight up Oak, y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from El Salvador, ask Mic Ammo Crossfire, bullets ricochet horizontal Brooklyn Bridge/Verrazano, niggas know the motto So follow the path, acknowledge the craft Swallowed a whole bottle of math since biology glass Grand archery, bow and arrow split your grand larceny Apple on the head, Robin Hood's robbin' goods In these wild lands, a Desert Eagle in a child's hand Your style's bland, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know, my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breeze through tracks like cold winds throughout Seattle Sound travels through fiber-optics under gravel Dominate it's 360 and it try to handle Niggas try to handle