P. Blackk – Submuloc Fo Ytic 2.5 Lyrics

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[Verse: 1 - P. Blackk]
Brother of my brothers and my papa and mama
Award tourin', but I bet we be back around like karma, yo
I fuck around and bomb, and disarm your whole squad
En guarde, my guard's up we blowing up, you blow hard
You call yourself trying to give live with no heart
Well I'm fresh to death, we be the best to bless
No mic checks, just rebel we step to wreck
No rest, just reps we next, coming at your neck
Yes you love it, mid west nothing to fucked with
Staying away from lames, and dames not to be trusted
I fucks with Fader and Vad, these are my brothers
We go back like gun powder, drummer boys and muskets
Chi-chi pow! A-yo, who trying to go to war with the boy
Cause I rap with the passion of the lord
And you looking like a fake soldier, we taking over
You can't say that I ain't told ya'

[Hook: - P. Blackk]
Word up, ay wee-wee ya'll
A-yo, my name P. Blackk but I see ya'll
I'm always up, never down --no seesaw
I'm could only do me
I couldn't be ya'll
One, two three ya'll

[Verse: 2 - Fabrashay A]
I spit this for my niggas, yeah, [?] [?] can spot a snake in the meadows
And draw heat, that could probably put a tan on the devil
Watch the slave, split a master roll a 'L' to his level
Boy, any bitch that dealt with more dick than Geppetto
Rain pours, thunder sounds God's tears and his echos
Let's go, it's Fab 8018 test though
Stacey Adam loafers to mesh with my dress clothes
My fresh clothes probably Parry Ellis and Esco
Let's go, back to the birth of the def flow
Been death though since Pac left Death Row
Deliveries and your homies don't call you the best for
And hollow tips split clips all that your chest blow
We can get money now, why settle for next though
When the best last wish is breath though
I know they fear me, I come in peace as a 'G'
Ya'll, to see all be all, so when you see me
You should see ya'll

[Hook: - Fabrashay A]
Wee-wee ya'll
A-yo, my name Fab A but I see ya'll
I'm always up, never down --no seesaw
I'm could only do me
I couldn't be ya'll
One, two three ya'll

[Verse: 3 - Vad]
Ill nigga, first proceed to take pictures
My great from the brib, to the corner store for swishers
Hold gats, so niggas fear us but I never fear no man
[Muslim musings....?]
[?] stay frozen
Fresh produce, in the booth you tell no truths
You sound like wolf tickets and ya'll niggas ain't made no loot
No ends, instead you getting capped like a gold tooth
I tried to told you, a nigga loco if he ever in this life that I'm local
There's money out there, my 'G,' I've got to show you
My nigga Rob used to sell weed in front of Whole Foods
Now he thinking about hitting licks on mad mobiles
Ya'll niggas need to pause like the space bar in Pro Tools
Ever seen a nigga look fresh in some old shoes, huh?
Ya'll niggas better learn who the God is
King Vada getting played in the nearest projects

[Hook: - King Vada]
Wee-wee ya'll
A-yo, formerly known as L.E., ya'll
I'm always up, never down --no seesaw
I'm could only do me
I couldn't be ya'll
One, two three ya'll

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