History Battle Lyrics

Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at

I got 7 mack 11s
about 8 thirty eights
nine nines 10 mack 10s the shits never end
you cant touch my riches
even if u had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
biggie smalls the millionar
the mansion the yaht
the two weed spots the two hot glocks
thats how i got the weed spots
i shot dread in the head
took the bread and the land spread
little gody got the shotty to ur body
so dont resist or u might miss christmas
i toke guns i make number runs
i give mcs the runs drippin
when i throw my clip in the ak
i slay from far away
everybody hit the d e c k
my slow flows remarkable
peace to matayo
now we smoke weed like tony montana snif the yao
thats crazy blunts
mad ls
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
o my god i droppin shit like a pigeon
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smackin babies at they cristenin

i thank the lord for my many blessins
keep the vest from protectin
from the battles of the smith a wessin
and all ma niggas in the pen here we go again
aint nuthin seperatin us but my mack 10
born in the ghetto as a huslter
hold up
a straight soldier
barkin at the bustas
no matter how u talk
niggas never die
we juss retalerate with hate
then we multiply
u see we striken down the block
hitten corners
ballin like a mutha fucker
livin like a i wanna
it aint no stoppin at the red lights
im sideways thug life
mutha fucker cum pain
lets the cop flick their lights on
chase me nigga
zig zaggin down the freeway
race me nigga
in a high speed chase with the law
the realist mutha fucker that u ever saw

lyrics by:Kt
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