Lirik Lagu So Many Days - The Union
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featuring K. Born, Ras Kass
Intro:
Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.Blew the video. Ras KassOrganized rhymes, niggaListen
Verse 1: Ras Kass
I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic coreBlack and wrist, with the crack get the gat.If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappyGroupies get the bozackSnake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crackShit lowjack and you know thatI ain't never bout wit down niggaAct crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more dramaLife is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommasYou know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterfliesMC's live like catterpilla (pilla)Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paidEvery thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawersfor three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ'sLike I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crewHit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick assand drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beerSome say my attitude is fucked up and real crummysince I come from the state where it's always sunnyHa ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:No child, I work hoes for the money
Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:
So many days, so many nights.So many mics blown.So many ways to die, so many strive.So many days, so many nights.So many mics blown.So many ways to die, so many try.
Verse 2: K. Born
How you do that there ?Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, pleaseFuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesisI got my front and my back, like prevysesisSo tell me who this niggaz think they intimidatedI ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipatedMy pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat endsAnd I'm still on critically,the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyricallySo what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true)I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the companyOnce before the icore. Switch my soft warRelease the rugged more, wit the mark of the beastFuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit geesGotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolutionYo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney HoustonYou feel me ? I do shitPussy
Chorus repeated once
Intro:
Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.Blew the video. Ras KassOrganized rhymes, niggaListen
Verse 1: Ras Kass
I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic coreBlack and wrist, with the crack get the gat.If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappyGroupies get the bozackSnake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crackShit lowjack and you know thatI ain't never bout wit down niggaAct crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more dramaLife is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommasYou know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterfliesMC's live like catterpilla (pilla)Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paidEvery thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawersfor three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ'sLike I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crewHit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick assand drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beerSome say my attitude is fucked up and real crummysince I come from the state where it's always sunnyHa ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:No child, I work hoes for the money
Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:
So many days, so many nights.So many mics blown.So many ways to die, so many strive.So many days, so many nights.So many mics blown.So many ways to die, so many try.
Verse 2: K. Born
How you do that there ?Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, pleaseFuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesisI got my front and my back, like prevysesisSo tell me who this niggaz think they intimidatedI ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipatedMy pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat endsAnd I'm still on critically,the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyricallySo what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true)I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the companyOnce before the icore. Switch my soft warRelease the rugged more, wit the mark of the beastFuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit geesGotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolutionYo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney HoustonYou feel me ? I do shitPussy
Chorus repeated once
