Oil Can Harry
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โฑ๏ธ 2:52 duration
๐ ID: 3183891
๐ Lyrics
Salam wreck
Derty Harry is dead
I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
Now we witness the rise of the son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
My life is trapped in these lines
That's why I'm packin' these nines
I gotta rap I ain't dyin'
That's in the back on my mind
Got a strap made of iron
Can't relax on this grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
Til I'm snappin' my spine
Naturally, I gotta focus
On these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder
Proof get it poppin' like soda!
Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
Slow up (This gun is loaded)
Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
If Slim say it I spray it
If he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
Y'all can feel it
Got this gun on my wasteline
In war we dont waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch
And 50 can take nine
We got Schoolcraft
Here at the 7, 8, and dexter
I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas,
Ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch,
Betcha ya flinch
When Proof shoot up they coup,
And waste your whole clique
Fuck it who's next on this shit,
This is prefrence to bitch
When you preface
To stiffen slugs has atcha wit
You'll be next to BIG,
Pac is destiny kid
Before ya lick, ya pop,
Stop testin' me bitch
Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
I ain't feel no games,
Homie don't even try
We ain't bowin' down to no one
We gon' start a riot (yeah)
Heart of fire, soul of ice,
Roll the dice, see what you get
No advice,
All my life I ain't live in this bitch
I'm a man,
More I'm holdin' my ground
To loadin' these rounds,
At any call approachin' my crown (blah)
I'm a king o' grimey,
Nothin' but killas In behind me,
I'm a bully fully
Cuz your team is tiny
If I was to crush 'em,
Got to say these Bibles are nothin'
This rifle on clutches
To leave you stifled on crutches
I fight for my cousins
That ain't even related
Even I stated,
Not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
Hatin' made in my nature,
I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
Smackin' faggots
And act as a rapper with platinum
Status, ya livin' flappin'
'Em slappin' 'em backwards
After these rappers' status To shadders, knowin'
Proof and that Mathers has gathered an army
It's Shady bandatas
After rest the game is won
Who in the matters get blamed fast with brain damage
The name that some forgot, D12
It ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL!
Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
Yeah, big proof
Grown man Shit
Shoutout to mark hanks
Jimmy neutron
Mario skinny boy graphics
You know what I'm saying first born
Everybody up at iron fist
Dj Salam wreck
Derty Harry is dead
I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
Now we witness the rise of the son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
My life is trapped in these lines
That's why I'm packin' these nines
I gotta rap I ain't dyin'
That's in the back on my mind
Got a strap made of iron
Can't relax on this grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
Til I'm snappin' my spine
Naturally, I gotta focus
On these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder
Proof get it poppin' like soda!
Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
Slow up (This gun is loaded)
Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
If Slim say it I spray it
If he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
Y'all can feel it
Got this gun on my wasteline
In war we dont waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch
And 50 can take nine
We got Schoolcraft
Here at the 7, 8, and dexter
I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas,
Ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch,
Betcha ya flinch
When Proof shoot up they coup,
And waste your whole clique
Fuck it who's next on this shit,
This is prefrence to bitch
When you preface
To stiffen slugs has atcha wit
You'll be next to BIG,
Pac is destiny kid
Before ya lick, ya pop,
Stop testin' me bitch
Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
I ain't feel no games,
Homie don't even try
We ain't bowin' down to no one
We gon' start a riot (yeah)
Heart of fire, soul of ice,
Roll the dice, see what you get
No advice,
All my life I ain't live in this bitch
I'm a man,
More I'm holdin' my ground
To loadin' these rounds,
At any call approachin' my crown (blah)
I'm a king o' grimey,
Nothin' but killas In behind me,
I'm a bully fully
Cuz your team is tiny
If I was to crush 'em,
Got to say these Bibles are nothin'
This rifle on clutches
To leave you stifled on crutches
I fight for my cousins
That ain't even related
Even I stated,
Not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
Hatin' made in my nature,
I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
Smackin' faggots
And act as a rapper with platinum
Status, ya livin' flappin'
'Em slappin' 'em backwards
After these rappers' status To shadders, knowin'
Proof and that Mathers has gathered an army
It's Shady bandatas
After rest the game is won
Who in the matters get blamed fast with brain damage
The name that some forgot, D12
It ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL!
Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
Yeah, big proof
Grown man Shit
Shoutout to mark hanks
Jimmy neutron
Mario skinny boy graphics
You know what I'm saying first born
Everybody up at iron fist
Dj Salam wreck
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.11] Salam wreck
[00:02.93] Derty Harry is dead
[00:04.65] I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
[00:06.95] Now we witness the rise of the son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
[00:14.31] My life is trapped in these lines
[00:15.55] That's why I'm packin' these nines
[00:17.09] I gotta rap I ain't dyin'
[00:18.43] That's in the back on my mind
[00:20.17] Got a strap made of iron
[00:21.66] Can't relax on this grind
[00:23.09] Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
[00:25.02] Til I'm snappin' my spine
[00:26.17] Naturally, I gotta focus
[00:28.17] On these bogus poachers
[00:29.65] Lookin' over my shoulder
[00:31.16] Proof get it poppin' like soda!
[00:32.50] Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
[00:34.28] Slow up (This gun is loaded)
[00:35.74] Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
[00:37.70] If Slim say it I spray it
[00:39.48] If he will it I kill it
[00:40.86] We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
[00:42.22] Y'all can feel it
[00:43.60] Got this gun on my wasteline
[00:45.45] In war we dont waste time
[00:47.11] Ja, man he can't take a punch
[00:48.67] And 50 can take nine
[00:50.32] We got Schoolcraft
[00:51.46] Here at the 7, 8, and dexter
[00:53.49] I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas,
[00:55.29] Ain't feelin' no pressure
[00:56.38] Yes sir, your texture is bitch,
[00:58.20] Betcha ya flinch
[00:59.73] When Proof shoot up they coup,
[01:01.11] And waste your whole clique
[01:02.12] Fuck it who's next on this shit,
[01:03.48] This is prefrence to bitch
[01:04.80] When you preface
[01:05.95] To stiffen slugs has atcha wit
[01:07.96] You'll be next to BIG,
[01:09.05] Pac is destiny kid
[01:10.76] Before ya lick, ya pop,
[01:12.29] Stop testin' me bitch
[01:14.53] Homie you think you tough (what)
[01:15.92] Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
[01:17.44] Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
[01:20.38] Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
[01:22.03] Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
[01:23.40] We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
[01:26.33] I ain't feel no games,
[01:27.54] Homie don't even try
[01:29.08] We ain't bowin' down to no one
[01:30.88] We gon' start a riot (yeah)
[01:32.36] Heart of fire, soul of ice,
[01:33.89] Roll the dice, see what you get
[01:35.53] No advice,
[01:36.47] All my life I ain't live in this bitch
[01:37.96] I'm a man,
[01:39.46] More I'm holdin' my ground
[01:41.73] To loadin' these rounds,
[01:42.06] At any call approachin' my crown (blah)
[01:44.14] I'm a king o' grimey,
[01:45.91] Nothin' but killas In behind me,
[01:47.46] I'm a bully fully
[01:48.57] Cuz your team is tiny
[01:49.71] If I was to crush 'em,
[01:50.98] Got to say these Bibles are nothin'
[01:53.26] This rifle on clutches
[01:54.42] To leave you stifled on crutches
[01:55.54] I fight for my cousins
[01:57.32] That ain't even related
[01:58.87] Even I stated,
[01:59.99] Not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
[02:02.50] Hatin' made in my nature,
[02:03.60] I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
[02:04.73] Smackin' faggots
[02:05.94] And act as a rapper with platinum
[02:07.39] Status, ya livin' flappin'
[02:09.15] 'Em slappin' 'em backwards
[02:10.04] After these rappers' status To shadders, knowin'
[02:11.41] Proof and that Mathers has gathered an army
[02:14.20] It's Shady bandatas
[02:15.73] After rest the game is won
[02:17.79] Who in the matters get blamed fast with brain damage
[02:19.95] The name that some forgot, D12
[02:23.02] It ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL!
[02:26.51] Homie you think you tough (what)
[02:27.93] Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
[02:29.10] Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
[02:32.17] Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
[02:33.65] Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
[02:35.04] We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
[02:38.72] Yeah, big proof
[02:40.45] Grown man Shit
[02:42.50] Shoutout to mark hanks
[02:44.28] Jimmy neutron
[02:45.07] Mario skinny boy graphics
[02:47.39] You know what I'm saying first born
[02:48.75] Everybody up at iron fist
[02:50.09] Dj Salam wreck
[02:50.33]
[00:02.93] Derty Harry is dead
[00:04.65] I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
[00:06.95] Now we witness the rise of the son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
[00:14.31] My life is trapped in these lines
[00:15.55] That's why I'm packin' these nines
[00:17.09] I gotta rap I ain't dyin'
[00:18.43] That's in the back on my mind
[00:20.17] Got a strap made of iron
[00:21.66] Can't relax on this grind
[00:23.09] Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
[00:25.02] Til I'm snappin' my spine
[00:26.17] Naturally, I gotta focus
[00:28.17] On these bogus poachers
[00:29.65] Lookin' over my shoulder
[00:31.16] Proof get it poppin' like soda!
[00:32.50] Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
[00:34.28] Slow up (This gun is loaded)
[00:35.74] Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
[00:37.70] If Slim say it I spray it
[00:39.48] If he will it I kill it
[00:40.86] We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
[00:42.22] Y'all can feel it
[00:43.60] Got this gun on my wasteline
[00:45.45] In war we dont waste time
[00:47.11] Ja, man he can't take a punch
[00:48.67] And 50 can take nine
[00:50.32] We got Schoolcraft
[00:51.46] Here at the 7, 8, and dexter
[00:53.49] I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas,
[00:55.29] Ain't feelin' no pressure
[00:56.38] Yes sir, your texture is bitch,
[00:58.20] Betcha ya flinch
[00:59.73] When Proof shoot up they coup,
[01:01.11] And waste your whole clique
[01:02.12] Fuck it who's next on this shit,
[01:03.48] This is prefrence to bitch
[01:04.80] When you preface
[01:05.95] To stiffen slugs has atcha wit
[01:07.96] You'll be next to BIG,
[01:09.05] Pac is destiny kid
[01:10.76] Before ya lick, ya pop,
[01:12.29] Stop testin' me bitch
[01:14.53] Homie you think you tough (what)
[01:15.92] Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
[01:17.44] Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
[01:20.38] Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
[01:22.03] Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
[01:23.40] We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
[01:26.33] I ain't feel no games,
[01:27.54] Homie don't even try
[01:29.08] We ain't bowin' down to no one
[01:30.88] We gon' start a riot (yeah)
[01:32.36] Heart of fire, soul of ice,
[01:33.89] Roll the dice, see what you get
[01:35.53] No advice,
[01:36.47] All my life I ain't live in this bitch
[01:37.96] I'm a man,
[01:39.46] More I'm holdin' my ground
[01:41.73] To loadin' these rounds,
[01:42.06] At any call approachin' my crown (blah)
[01:44.14] I'm a king o' grimey,
[01:45.91] Nothin' but killas In behind me,
[01:47.46] I'm a bully fully
[01:48.57] Cuz your team is tiny
[01:49.71] If I was to crush 'em,
[01:50.98] Got to say these Bibles are nothin'
[01:53.26] This rifle on clutches
[01:54.42] To leave you stifled on crutches
[01:55.54] I fight for my cousins
[01:57.32] That ain't even related
[01:58.87] Even I stated,
[01:59.99] Not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
[02:02.50] Hatin' made in my nature,
[02:03.60] I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
[02:04.73] Smackin' faggots
[02:05.94] And act as a rapper with platinum
[02:07.39] Status, ya livin' flappin'
[02:09.15] 'Em slappin' 'em backwards
[02:10.04] After these rappers' status To shadders, knowin'
[02:11.41] Proof and that Mathers has gathered an army
[02:14.20] It's Shady bandatas
[02:15.73] After rest the game is won
[02:17.79] Who in the matters get blamed fast with brain damage
[02:19.95] The name that some forgot, D12
[02:23.02] It ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL!
[02:26.51] Homie you think you tough (what)
[02:27.93] Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
[02:29.10] Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
[02:32.17] Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
[02:33.65] Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
[02:35.04] We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
[02:38.72] Yeah, big proof
[02:40.45] Grown man Shit
[02:42.50] Shoutout to mark hanks
[02:44.28] Jimmy neutron
[02:45.07] Mario skinny boy graphics
[02:47.39] You know what I'm saying first born
[02:48.75] Everybody up at iron fist
[02:50.09] Dj Salam wreck
[02:50.33]