Gorillas
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โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
๐ ID: 18351477
๐ Lyrics
Y'all get too close, I'mma squeeze the life out of you
You speak too loosely with your words, I'mma silence you
You ain't a leader, dog nobody'd die for you
You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'mma stab your team up
Tryin' to get dough by me, I'mma snatch your cream up
'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us
Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look at my gun
I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes
I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool
You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin'
Actin' like they smokin' cats, their backs will get broken
And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly
Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
We flow best, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach (yeah)
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Super Ho
Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow
Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses
Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid
Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted
Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy
I charge junior high kids for a contact high
And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got heat cocked
The A-dot, O-dot, T-dot, P-dot
Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes, life's slowly been changin'
Catch me sweatin' every night with my rosary, prayin'
Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud
So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons
It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though
They feel the evil inside me
Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
I'm stressed, blessed with a gift. I'm still tryna make it
Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples what (yeah)
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
You speak too loosely with your words, I'mma silence you
You ain't a leader, dog nobody'd die for you
You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'mma stab your team up
Tryin' to get dough by me, I'mma snatch your cream up
'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us
Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look at my gun
I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes
I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool
You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin'
Actin' like they smokin' cats, their backs will get broken
And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly
Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
We flow best, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach (yeah)
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Super Ho
Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow
Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses
Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid
Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted
Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy
I charge junior high kids for a contact high
And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got heat cocked
The A-dot, O-dot, T-dot, P-dot
Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes, life's slowly been changin'
Catch me sweatin' every night with my rosary, prayin'
Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud
So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons
It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though
They feel the evil inside me
Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
I'm stressed, blessed with a gift. I'm still tryna make it
Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples what (yeah)
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.83] Y'all get too close, I'mma squeeze the life out of you
[00:14.50] You speak too loosely with your words, I'mma silence you
[00:17.37] You ain't a leader, dog nobody'd die for you
[00:20.33] You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you?
[00:23.13] And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
[00:25.66] Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'mma stab your team up
[00:28.31] Tryin' to get dough by me, I'mma snatch your cream up
[00:31.22] 'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us
[00:34.04] Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look at my gun
[00:36.80] I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
[00:39.24] I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes
[00:42.12] I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool
[00:45.28] You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion
[00:48.12] The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
[00:50.94] The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin'
[00:54.53] Actin' like they smokin' cats, their backs will get broken
[00:57.03] And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
[00:59.61] Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly
[01:02.44] Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
[01:05.68] We flow best, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
[01:08.51] I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
[01:12.08] Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
[01:14.28] My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
[01:16.76] While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach (yeah)
[01:19.44] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[01:22.79] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[01:25.35] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[01:28.01] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[01:30.80] We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Super Ho
[01:34.25] Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow
[01:36.83] Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses
[01:40.03] Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
[01:42.95] Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid
[01:46.09] Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted
[01:48.64] Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy
[01:51.29] I charge junior high kids for a contact high
[01:54.14] And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
[01:56.74] Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
[01:59.40] You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got heat cocked
[02:02.80] The A-dot, O-dot, T-dot, P-dot
[02:05.56] Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes, life's slowly been changin'
[02:08.44] Catch me sweatin' every night with my rosary, prayin'
[02:11.21] Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud
[02:14.14] So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
[02:16.46] Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
[02:19.56] Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons
[02:22.35] It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though
[02:24.11] They feel the evil inside me
[02:25.16] Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
[02:28.61] I'm stressed, blessed with a gift. I'm still tryna make it
[02:31.29] Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
[02:33.96] I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
[02:37.09] Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples what (yeah)
[02:39.58] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[02:42.52] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[02:45.42] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[02:47.88] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[02:51.07] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[02:53.95] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[02:56.47] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[02:59.52] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[03:27.27]
[00:14.50] You speak too loosely with your words, I'mma silence you
[00:17.37] You ain't a leader, dog nobody'd die for you
[00:20.33] You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you?
[00:23.13] And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
[00:25.66] Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'mma stab your team up
[00:28.31] Tryin' to get dough by me, I'mma snatch your cream up
[00:31.22] 'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us
[00:34.04] Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look at my gun
[00:36.80] I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
[00:39.24] I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes
[00:42.12] I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool
[00:45.28] You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion
[00:48.12] The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
[00:50.94] The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin'
[00:54.53] Actin' like they smokin' cats, their backs will get broken
[00:57.03] And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
[00:59.61] Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly
[01:02.44] Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
[01:05.68] We flow best, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
[01:08.51] I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
[01:12.08] Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
[01:14.28] My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
[01:16.76] While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach (yeah)
[01:19.44] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[01:22.79] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[01:25.35] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[01:28.01] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[01:30.80] We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Super Ho
[01:34.25] Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow
[01:36.83] Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses
[01:40.03] Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
[01:42.95] Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid
[01:46.09] Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted
[01:48.64] Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy
[01:51.29] I charge junior high kids for a contact high
[01:54.14] And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
[01:56.74] Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
[01:59.40] You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got heat cocked
[02:02.80] The A-dot, O-dot, T-dot, P-dot
[02:05.56] Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes, life's slowly been changin'
[02:08.44] Catch me sweatin' every night with my rosary, prayin'
[02:11.21] Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud
[02:14.14] So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
[02:16.46] Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
[02:19.56] Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons
[02:22.35] It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though
[02:24.11] They feel the evil inside me
[02:25.16] Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
[02:28.61] I'm stressed, blessed with a gift. I'm still tryna make it
[02:31.29] Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
[02:33.96] I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
[02:37.09] Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples what (yeah)
[02:39.58] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[02:42.52] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[02:45.42] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[02:47.88] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[02:51.07] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
[02:53.95] And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
[02:56.47] And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
[02:59.52] And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand
[03:27.27]