Devastatin That S Us lyrics

Devastatin That S Us lyrics

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Send "Devastatin That S Us" Ringtone to your Cell f/ Black Moon, Lord Have Mercy [Buckshot Shorty] Niggas get hurt on my block Niggas do dirt on my block Some push work on my block Little niggas hustle laptops, ragtops In the high-speed chase from the bad cops TNT, fuck that, they ain`t seein me The heat is in the seat of my three Nowadays deez pop niggas for no reason Like it`s nigga season, fuck that let`s visit the precint Son I got the rubber gloves For the rubber grip snub in the jar by love I play the block like the cars I love The Gods love Buckshot regardless - I burn the hardest I used to be formerly know as the artist Know it`s back to Buck, I smack niggas what don`t start it Cuz I play the block like corn stores Hardcore where my niggas hold rocks in they jaw [Chorus - Lord Have Mercy] Watch out, shut shit down - That`s us! Keep it King Kong, aim string long - That`s us! Gotta haul weight all day nigga - That`s us! On fire! - That`s us! On fire! - That`s us! We don`t back down, we back `em down - That`s us! Put the cash up, we mash it down - That`s us! Ghetto bastards, we crowd around - That`s us! On fire! - That`s us! On fire! - That`s us! [Buckshot Shorty] It`s the block where we all hand and we all slang Shots to the mall nang, never ball rang Everybody got game, we hustle and muscle for fame Ghetto celebs, you know my name I put the work on it, I be the first on it And at the first of the month, I`ll be the worst on it Them jealous niggas be gettin me hype Wanna make my block hot like my streetbike tailpipe Do what you feel like, cuz I`ma still kill like Twenty niggas who feel hype, cuz I`m still right One in ya windpipe, one hit`cha real light Steak-n-cheese, ain`t no mistakin these We pop niggas and we pop deez Especially when we drop trees Fuck that, we pop with ease Nigga this is the block and shit don`t stop Little use, got bullet proof suits to rock [Chorus] [Buckshot Shorty] Fuck actin like it`s all love, fuck that It ain`t all love when the guns off the gunrack Beef, been there done that `Til that, a dude can`t drill that Even if I never feel that But tickle the shit you come with or go with You like bleedin with no kit, useless If you got a choice choose this Crown Heights, Crow Hill, everything is Christmas for real We rob and steal Boost a little `Lo a little Tom Hil` We don`t really wear Tommy Hil but everything we rock they steal Money is the root of all evil But the Devil ain`t a dollar bill You better get that money - I`m gettin it I ain`t bullshittin it, I`m tryin to get rid of it Every bit, every little cent in my bank account Fuck workin thirty years on the paper route [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy] Yea, yo, yea Black Moon style, what Yea, yea, what, yea Beatminerz style, what, what Uh, uh, what Lord Have style nigga Uh-huh, uh-huh Send " Devastatin That S Us" Ringtone to your Cell Devastatin That S Us lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Devastatin That S Us lyrics @ ELyrics | Devastatin That S Us lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Devastatin That S Us lyrics @ Songlyrics | Devastatin That S Us lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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