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Yo 90 Miles and Swimming Searching for freedom dollar bills and women Gotta fulfill my vision, don't know how it feels to give in I've been in it to win it, ever since I came in this game My name ring bells like the church of latter-day saints Chasing my dream, got no time to waste, I'm making up schemes Fuck the fame, I'd rather be laying back tasting the cream, na mean Laser beams on my M16s, me and my team We be taking things to the extremes Screaming buyaka, don't let the pretty face fool ya Stick a plate through ya, act like I never knew ya Cuba, been a trooper, since the school yard Don't go too far you might lose ya future Too shots to the back of your medulla, with the ruger Switch ya crew up, what ya gonna do huh Word is bond, if ya ready to set it, lets get it on When it rains heavy and I'm a deadly storm Every morn, I wanna wake up with the trey 8 in my palm If you want, we can bust slugs from dusk till dawn When it's on, I drop bombs like Saddam Hussein I'm on fire, so hot I'm spitting out blue flames New game, training Mortal Kombat like Liu Kang Through rain sleet and snow I bring the pain Who's playing, I do things, Doc Holliday style Take a shot of vodka, cock the revolver blauuu And blow your brains out, wild out Don't let your mouth be talking too loud, you're too proud How about if I make a coffin your new house, you proud Like you a killer huh, but still you ain't real enough I got gorillas who put banana clips on their derringers Real niggas with itchy fingers, that don't really give a fuck Stick up thugs, that don't have a problem with spilling blood Nigga what, I hit 'em up like Pac, lick a shot That light your ass up right in front of your block I'm on it like what, if you want it lets rock We can get it on, in front of the cops, your mom and your pops Pick a spot, we can lock up with the Glocks and just box Toe to toe, blow for blow, knock you out with one shot I can't stop, won't stop, until my clip is empty Don't tempt me, I'll do a drive by in a Bentley Represent like Joe, I'm the one, jealous ones envy Never sleep, I'm from the streets, where sheist niggas act friendly Go against me, my MAC-10, turns beef to minced meat Fuck 6, you'll be 10 feet, sleeping with clinched cheeks Up shits creek, I'm quick to bring heat like summer Open the pump up and wet everyone including your mother Oh what a bummer, we can gun it out until the sun come up You get dummer, get dummer, wanna make sure you get the front cover Run up on your punk brother, pump him full of dum dums Stuff him in the trunk, then dump him in the bronx harbor I'm like the father of the villes, hitting harder then your father Son, I'm after that mil, pass me the steal Shit is real, been a villain, ever since the beginning Swinging to win, like if it's the last inning, 90 Miles and Swimming
Writer(s): Felix Delgado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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