DJ Green Lantern - 100,000 Machine Gunz lyrics

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DJ Green Lantern - 100,000 Machine Gunz lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Drrttt Boom boom boom boom boom! Ayyo! (Ayyo, Hitler on Steroids) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayyo It's the zebra V2 rocker, guess who? Mister completely in a Lex coupe (skrrrrrrrrrr) Hundred round, draw more fire I keep it all legit, he got no priors God bless the n***as doing twenty over crack sales Human Made hoodie, check pastille Push a gold plated 'Rari A thousand bricks cracked the last scale Servin' all nights fiends up Three days no sleep, I gotta re-up [?] painting hanging over the bake stove (bake stove), bake stove (bake stove) Jewelry hang glisten Leave your brains missin' CVA whippin' n***a face twitchin' Bag a ace fishin' Buck a hair flippin' Running through bricks like Hussein in that kitchen Insane when I'm dealin' Hand to hand k**in' Went to sleep, drink a million bricks Woke up like God willin' Real n***a sh** Say the [?] dropped off the bag Now I'm 'bout to go flip the sh** Tell papi I'll be right back [Hook: Westside Gunn] Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island [Bridge: Royce 5'9"] One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row Come to your town, f** ya fee hoe Knock 'em down in a row Sniffin' c**aine off the table and the line in a row One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row [Verse 2: Royce 5'9"] I don't ask sh**, I just spaz Ski mask on in the Aston Headed to Bible cla** As the water in the streets splash, it's the fibergla** I cla**ify your last album as weaka** cyber trash I've ama**ed so many bodies I keep bags by the backs Right or wrong I'm willing to live or die by the song Tattoos of my newborn son on my right arm by the psalm I'm legendary like Iverson Counting cash, splitting the pie with none Never will I divide the sum Imma just be forever living or die by the gun Black and white tuxedo Tuck ego, regal Billy Dee though Touch cheese, so cerebral skeezes be like "f** me," f** me mo' Prayers up, f** evil Either we in a players' club or a cathedral Up underneath a gazebo, clutch squeeze blow, but Allow us to begin That's right I'm just gettin' started I got s*uts and they lined up for the win Imma be 'round here forever and the only thing falling off is my nut from her chin Thinking is a n***a time up, then, when? As I go to lift the blinds up at the wind Woo They call a n***a wrecking ball Nickel No shark swimmin' or dentist'll check a jaw quicker Product of my mama and papa upper dresser drawer wisdom If there's a check involved I disconnect from flaw and then I connect to raw business If there's an upper echelon, then every echelon should know I'm in this The airhole on a barrel make the Tecs so extra long-winded [Hook: Westside Gunn] Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island Took the ones to cop the island [Bridge: Royce 5'9"] One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row Come to your town, f** ya fee hoe Knock 'em down in a row Sniffin' c**aine off the table and the line in a row One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row [Verse 3: Conway] I pop the sticks, see fire comin' out the chopper pipe These other n***as rappin' but they not as nice Whippin' rock, the white, flood the watch with ice My dog just got some more blocks and plus he drop the price Cop k**as' and them clips, them sh**s'll stop ya life f** all these n***as, my gun work, and plus, I can fight Hey you shot tonight, I was broke but now my pockets right Drink is pain, my b**h don't drink pain, she like Ciroc and Sprite I'm a legend, you missin' the point Ride through the hood with a stick in the Royce I'm good when I visit Detroit, I pull up and kick it with Royce [?] just hit me and said he got hoes, I can get any b**h of my choice n***a shot me and twisted my face, but it ain't do sh** to my voice These n***as can't f** with the flow at all You know my protocol The grimy sh**? I'm the one you know to call Hit your head with this mac 'til I blow it all Real life what he sold us all, yeah Real life how I got the city on my shoulders [Outro] Griselda, Griselda

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