Belafonte

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nine] There's a hole in the bucket ([?]) Fix it or fuck it That weed? My nigga, tuck it I see twelve right behind us They look bored Turn the music down Put on a smile I'm trying to be ignored Plus, Omar got two strikes and thirty [?] I'm trying to get him home to his wife We had a good night They would like to fuck it up Have us on the side of the road Fucked up running their big mouths I'm feeling like a mouse They put cheese everywhere And try to trap us when we take it And I really hate it I made a promise and it's sacred I ain't never going to let them have me out here Dead, broke, and butt-naked I said if I don't make it, I'ma take it And I meant it with a vengeance Your grandfather talking shit? I'ma punch him in his dangers Heard you rep six flags (?) This ain't fucking great adventures I will lay your ass down and tell Jesus that I sent ya You're climbing out the pussy after me, you're a placenta Who shot ya? Gave you the whole cartridge Breaking your bones, tearing through cartilages Just peel carnage I went to the school of hard knocks And got kicked out 'Cause I was too hard Pause Don't make me put the paws on you Like I'm Lil Scrappy You can't straighten this out with me I'm just too nappy I heard your mix-tape Shit sounds crappy All these [?] perpetrating niggas Be running around out here Like a demon till they meet Satan I treat my hammer like a pitchfork Three points to get across Breakfast, lunch, and dinner Bullets tearing through your liver Give a fuck if you survive or not And they're telling me that I'm wrong The daylight comes And me want to go home Belafonte [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look There's a hole in the bucket Ain't want to clap him, I still put a hole in him, fuck it (heheh) I break niggas noses for nothing [to be continued]