Kevin Bivins - Senor Bivins - Hard Rock Life | Текст песни

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VERSE ONE : In this life we can't escape death
Any moment last breath no time to half step
Keep the stove and the burner hot
Bodies in the murder spot
Ya'll don't know me niggas you ain't heard alot
Little niggas is wilein if you think Im soft
I got my pringle gat pop your top off
Ride renegade
Niggas sweet lemonade
Stab your cerebellum with a rusty switchblade
Coming at you live with my MP5
Chop down icebergs on the 716 side
And that's word to mama son Im killin shit
40 Cal villan hit crack bones and ligaments
In my hood we dont see much money
Coke, weed and gun smoke aint shit funny
I'm a rider nigga I'm 05's survivor
And I got that Rocky like Eye of TheTiger
Pull through ya
Let loose the Luger
Juice dripping from your scalp just like Luther's

I am mental I am sick
And Id rather be number 2 cause that's the shit nigga
Thats my whip its on 16's
Give me a week I'll have it sitting on 33's
When I go on my first degree murder spree
Arson and burglary
Burn you 3rd degree.

CHORUS :
We rock
We roll
We pop them thangs and let em go
The streets too cold
You popped
You fold

(My flow ridiculous)
My AK
(Turn a ligament to licorice)
West Side NY we don't play
Nigga Don't trip we can..
(Make a helicopter flip)

VERSE TWO:
Selling crack got the crib equipped
I got a bitch in my whip
Who love to ride stick
Goin in goin hard brain oh my God
Getting my knob slobbed a nigga crashing on the boulevard
Tinted windows down whip out the boombox
Mack dump , bass thump , face and your noggin rocked
Human locust leaving the earth devastated
David Blaine missiles leaving your squad (levitated)
You'z a faggot clown you go around beating niggas off so pop off Ill beat you niggas down
All this rockstar shit let me get it settled
I am the man when it comes to heavy metal
Blast at ya, ill crack your melon Gallagher, I sell rocks like my fuckin name is Metallica
Kevin Bivins is done giving a fuck so my guns buck far like Abdul Jabbar
Bawitdaba you can call me Kid Rock
When my glock pops even had the 5-0 kick rocks
I've been livin in hell for so long that I don't even think Heaven is where a nigga belong

CHORUS :
We rock
We roll
We pop them thangs and let em go
The streets too cold
You popped
You fold

(My flow ridiculous)
My AK
(Turn a ligament to licorice)
West Side NY we don't play
Nigga Don't trip we can..
(Make a helicopter flip)

VERSE THREE:
I'm uh get rich or I'm uh die trying
But the shady aftermath of the game there's no denying
That it's too hard
Niggas nowadays need millions
Niggas better hustle, rob or start killing
But yall cats is gay with no nerve to spray
You aint killers you aint even got vertebrae
Walkin round all talk
No backbone
Louisville slug you I'll leave you with a cracked dome
I can go Rambo with the red beam
Black mask come in through the roof like a S.W.A.T team
Nigga while you sleep I 'll creep inside
Strangle you until your mouth bubbles like Peroxide
Like a witch to pilgrim burn women and children
Get killed and sealed inside a burning building
My mind is lost, no savior
The devil got me wrapped in wrath, bad behavior
Take you down to the Hell I roam
I'll put the stove to your crock pot.. pop it gone
So when I creep through your hood I'm unstoppable
Predator shit launch rockets at your opticals
Think you running shit dawg no the fuck you're not
Goon to a goblin what's a goblin to a Juggernaut ?
My chest is ice cold so my flows is hot
This is a song for gankstas but for those who not...

CHORUS :
We rock
We roll
We pop them thangs and let em go
The streets too cold
You popped
You fold

(My flow ridiculous)
My AK
(Turn a ligament to licorice)

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