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The Coup Hard Concrete

have to gack they say we growing up fast but we just dying faster chorus always dropping the good or villain cop slam the child on the hard concrete

just have to gack they say we growing up fast but we just dying faster [chorus] always dropping the good or villain cop slam the child on the hard concrete

Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation Ball out, until I fall out Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain Hard

glocks, of course, ready to bomb Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year The concrete

a bottle of Cris lady youll be naked on the spot gassed up from the conversation in the drop it wont be gifts or vacation to the trop's this hard dick

even believe it, but that?s okay On the microphone I fascinate When I let my third eye exaggerate Freaky visions, I?ll tell you what I see Poured concrete

au vehicule On nous marque comme des boeufs « poesie du CIQ » On a beau la jouer « relax », en fila et jean On a le bonnet d?coupable, abonne aux coups

you fuckin' wit' (us) Love the girl that weed and shit (what) The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group Four deep in the coup (Im a spill

to you by genocide, sponsored by crack (we ain't goin no where). They couldn't belive how I took charge , and made it describe how I push hard through