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Hilltops hooods - Nosebleed Section

Length: 3:39
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Author: Victor1696

Tags: 2007 2008 bra Hilltop hoods låt moppemeet Nosebleed section sverige örnsköldsvik

i dont have the lysrics sorry when i found them i will put them here .

Ill bill and Necro Our life (lyrics)

Length: 3:21
Rating: 5.00 (3 ratings)
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Author: Victor1696

Tags: 2007 2008 anka annars barn bill cofe din dofe film gick hofe här Ill jävlar kalle kolla kuung life lofe mamma mofe moppemeet Necro our pappa pofe på stan Stockholm Sverige vettu örnsköldsvik

Lyrics Yo, don't make me flip on you. actually you can't make me do nothing... i might decide to. [Necro] I used to mush thugs and now i push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mom he used to show me his guns ain't a cat that knows me as son remember violence the only one i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl and beef with the world he had a bone to pick that's why my dome was sick it rubbed off on me cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g you cats keep your distance cos your scared i might flip in a instant when i was filled with innocence i was still commiting sins half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon i'll shove a knife in your grin i run with convicts and stick up kids that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch we flip right before you expect it 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic we shot men and we rob gems i seen cats that used to clock me now i clock them got easier access to a glock ten in case one in your face is the only option. [Chorus]x2 Necro and Ill Bill walk around like murder murder, kill kill gun up in ur grill now u screamin chill chill didn't have ur steele now u get ur cap peeled this is our life (our life) [Ill Bill] ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects my mom says since my pop left we had to get a section eight apparment the rents cheap i see decepticons at least 10 deep run up on me flippin wanna set beef that was some faggot shit me and my brother ran for dolo the only two white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap at ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black i kept it to myself continued to define my crap i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat you fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack white, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wack my mom tried her best i never graduated high school i learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator even though the doctor know your mind is dead