Neva Slippin

Lyrics
[Intro] Rappers and the record industry say that music isn't causing the violence, violence is causing the music Move back mothafucka, violence is here! Back the fuck up, back the fuck up! Move it! Now, a freak is a freak and a hoe is a hoe It's vulgar Just throw that ass in the air! It's violent Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me? [Verse: Baker] Three 6's in the sky as I light the phonk Mothafucka talkin' shit, lock his ass in the trunk Chevy dunk, floater boy, no heart, just a void In the dungeons where I roam, only thoughts are to destroy So coy, wicked ways, samurai can turn a blade Live and die by the sword, countin' the dicks that I put in the grave Meditate, in a daze, fake i'm a murdered, I stand amazed So I wait, all alone All my friends are dead and gone Devil spawn, I'm your sire from the depths, the pits of fire Out to conquer your empire, total power's my desire Feel my wrath, barbed wire around the blade, all black attire Six-set is the choir, all peace has now expired Don't admire bullshit, all your prayers are worthless Bitch, I'm here to rebel and it's my only purpose Nervous, cause I speak, countin' the minds of the weak Reach my peak, for this beat You cannot escape, I can't be defeat [Outro]
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Credits
- Writers
- Baker Ya Maker