90 Miles And Swimming

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Cuban Link - Rap, New York Rap

90 Miles And Swimming

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming [Verse] 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 Yaknahmean? Laser beams on my M16s, me and my team We be taking things to the extrеmes Screaming buyaka, don't let thе 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 your future Too shots to the back of your medulla, with the ruger Shoot your crew up, what ya gonna do, huh Word is bond, if ya ready to set it, let's get it on When it rains, it pours heavy and I'm a deadly storm Every morn, I wanna wake up with the trey-eight 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 Holiday style Take a shot of vodka, cock the revolver 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, let's rock We can get it on, in front of the cops, your moms 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 the clip is empty Don't tempt me, I'll do a drive-by in a Bentley Represent like Joe, I'm the one, jealous one's 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 six, you'll be ten 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 dumber, get dumber, 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 steel Shit is real, been a villain, ever since the beginning Swinging to win like if it's the last inning, 90 miles and swimming [Outro] 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming 90 miles and swimming Attention, all units We have an early Cuban refugee on the loose He's swimming pretty fast Do whatever you can and give him everything you got Kill on sight, cue to kill, do not miss I repeat, do not miss If you have to trap it on him, trap it on him He cannot make it to land I repeat, he cannot make it to land (Oh, shit!) Abort mission, he has touched U.S. soil This matters now out of our jurisdiction, retreat

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  • Cuban Link
  • DJ Shok