Injury Reserve - Boom (x3) lyrics

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Injury Reserve - Boom (x3) lyrics

[Ritchie with a T] How many trains will make that, yo Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and the bees My n***a, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who [Stepa J. Groggs] Started making a name and now they're knockin' it f** the city up whenever we droppin' sh** Created a sound, they started jockin' it Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it I'm not tryna make a scene But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen? Don't worry about us, n***a, worry about your team Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules And you know all of Parker's beats are cashews Ain't nothin' but a thang, put ba** in your- (coughing) Put ba** in your voice if you're gonna speak my name Damn near 30, grown a** n***a We a dynasty, word to Jigga Rockin' and I'm rollin', driving like it's stolen No sick calls, bro, I always go in Still bumping Jill, n***a, life is golden [Ritchie with a T] Yo, how many trains will make that, yo Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and the bees My n***a, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who [Ritchie with a T] Me, I ain't f**in' with none of that chit-chat That he-say, she- say sh** about this cat 'Well, I ain't heard he had a-', n***a, just get back That old, white n***a saying, 'See, I don't do the rap thing But I can actually understand you, I dig that And you don't talk about the guns and you flip crack.' Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that But we won't agree on as much as you think, Jack And then we got the old head's going 'What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my n***a? I don't get that, see, back in my day, you had to write and Spit raps.' Isn't Ice Cube writing 64' a known fact? They even put it in a movie, n***a, explain that That's no shade, they ain't even try and go change that And here we go back again with all that chit-chat The he-say, she-say, n***a, just spit raps [Ritchie with a T] Yo, how many trains will make that, yo Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and the bees My n***a, you knew, knew, knew We be up all night, just murdering beats And had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me Tell me like who, who, who

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