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'Assassins' Lyrics - KaliRaps
Here is Assassins Lyrics by KaliRaps

(Verse)
I’m back in the hood, fresh off tour
Got money in my pocket but I still feel poor
Yo Shawty run to the store, cop me a dutch
A package of gums, some ice and some plastic cups
It’s a Friday and crime pays so back up
Hit the highway, make 9 plays and gas up
Now back to the stash box
Duckin madlock
Turn it down in the joint and make the dash pump
Open and you’ll see my little baby girl
She 4 pounds, 9 ounces and she crazy through
And we fight the whole world motherfucker if it comes to that
Pop shit, you won’t be talkin when yo lungs is flat
I’m from the ghetto beach, Cherokee with black tints
Throw some rims on and now you lookin hood rich
Love me a hood bitch and I know a dime
And I shine all the time, homie look at my diamonds
Come and party with the mobsters, meet the whole rolster
Show off ST, we bring the whole concert
80D, packin crazy heat in the Mercedes Jeep
Flavor sweet then I got you stuck for your chain and link

(Hook 1)
You wanna walk in my shoes then talk money
That raw shit, Washington Heights, New York money
We gram choppas, drug dealin rap dudes
Hustle cus we want to, not cus we have to

(Verse)
I’m shootin niggas and fuckin bitches and all of that
I’m Pistol Pete on my pivot, where the ballers at?
I ain’t hard to find, catch me where the dollars at
Always rockin new shit, never go to laundry mats
Nigga this is more than rap, boom bout classic
Automatic ratchets, ST Assassins
Blastin, intercept the torch when you pass it
Call me Mel Gibson, I’ll kill you for the passion
I just read raps like a full blown addict
Crib so big got a full blown attic
And I make fire in the basements like Statik
Go go gadget, 9 mil plastic
The outcome’s tragic, body in a bag shit
When the south people disappear like magic
Bastards, I’m on my 2K11 shit
But I don’t think there’s another nigga better and shit

(Hook 2)
You wanna come to mt hood then talk money
IT’s Boston, we call that break the law money
We hustlers, naturally born with street smarts
Show off ST, yo ghetto set it off

(Verse)
The power of pussy will have niggas laid in boxes
Play the copper so hopefully they don’t weigh the options
Mazel when I spit, haters they really afraid to stop us
Lately I’ve been watchin the streets of the D’s watchin
A beast clockin, knee deep and I don’t mean stockings
They major poppin, and stranger drop em, I need to stop em
That mean it’s Bobby Weary, Bobby Stiff, Bobby Heavy
On the saw fish with her titties out, that’s Halle Berry
I’m clique influent, my pocket full, I’m in the zone
Who want beef? Them bullets flyin, get you through em
Pitching white 8 balls, yall thinking baseball
I’m thinkin BIG, Notorious when yo thief calls
It’s not a game, every day waking from bad dreams
And if they plottin on my demise them cats bleed
Niggas singin, my philosophy is how they do it
As if the most niggas fake, though is it I’m the truest?

(Hook 1)
You wanna walk in my shoes then talk money
That raw shit, Washington Heights, New York money
We gram choppas, drug dealin rap dudes
Hustle cus we want to, not cus we have to

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