The Alchemist - Rappies lyrics

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The Alchemist - Rappies lyrics

[Verse 1: Boldy James] I hustle so you already know off the dribble I'm tryna tripe-double if not quadriple it Here them quadriplets and dimes go six for fifty Or twelve for ninety grinding like we in the city But we in the country shining Down in Miami spending money big timing sipping Dime til I'm pissy Poolside at the lows or the blue fountain with bros Losing count but who's counting nobody knows but you I lost count a long time ago, they say power move mountains I guess I'm kinda strong And strength come in numbers, but when you talking pros Straight profit straight drop it in a pot of gold Over a billion served more than nine trillion sold Had to spot base where I could whip in five, out of blow Kept that steel reserved four oh oh on me n***a that's my word [Hook: Boldy James] In Detroit n***as scurry And these who*es they be thirsty So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety Just in case we gotta do a n***a dirty And beat him to the chase we a shoot you in a hurry Dead in the face bullets coming in flurries And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace And burn 'em, we keep mackies, so don't worry, be happy Cause we rappies [Verse 2: Mafia Double Dee] They call me ‘DOS', Cos I like to toke good by the couple Know a couple of good n***as who got lost in the shuffle All for nothing, The D is for them Drugs The E is ?? The T is for your Trouble The R is Real n***as in the O with then Ounces The I is for the them Institutions that they house us in Silencer with the beam won't make them smile ?? The last T for them thousands grands And all I had to do, was throw my product ?? Ran threw a half key in a hour and a half Cos he puttin' too much in his and I puttin' no cut in this Plus they don't like it when it's ??, and it's garbage ! And they don't ever buy it cos its trash Gang time, Mafia b**h, we got it in a smash Ridin' with the mag out, we don't put it in a stash Got a hundred thousand cash, in a Footlocker bag [Hook] [Verse 3: Peechie Green] I'm the flyest n***a walking, the illest n***a breathing All on a b**h head once she get to skeeting Blowing on the best bud and I got this syrup too Can't nobody f** with the Peech I'm in my world do I ain't looking back unless that b**h she got an a** on her Tell her what she want to hear I might have to ? on her My homie the fast lane, get rich or die trying or f**in' run the whole game Peech be the ? that painted area is where I made ? y'all ?

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