The Empire - The Jump In lyrics

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The Empire - The Jump In lyrics

[Male] Kay everybody, shut the f** up Quiet down I brought you hear today These four putos say they're ready I don't know, we're gonna see Got S.G Panic Luna And Grant Rice Vamos aver, ese Cause once you're in, you're in Empire Es por vida, ese It's forever... Chorus: The Empire Empire Tell 'em that we here Hands in the air, we ain't going nowhere This is Empire Tell 'em that we here Hands in the air, we ain't going nowhere (Verse 1) [S.G.] Out the train, live native, also westside related Kansas City born wetback Mexicano pushin' trente Heinos in the cycle, y'all was worried that I might go Psycho in the time slow when recording in my silo [Luna] Mr. Luna, A.K.A. Mr. f**-Yo-Ass-Up (Come here!) Run your mouth Find yourself Tied up from the trunk It's just a fact Me and my dudes don't know how to act You can't react When this strap says BBBRAT BBBRAT... [Panic] Mr. Maniacal Panic, the reason they runnin' scared Got turrets [All] fu*k ASS! [Panic] Psychotically unimpaired Came to battle with my brothers, the four of us back to back Wanna see if we got wuebos, we swingin' when they attack [Grant Rice] I'm G. Rice Greased lightin' that speed like A Datoya 500 while I'm truckin' through a green light Eastside leaves, white trash, and spit And best believe it, now repeat it after this It goes Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) [Grant Rice] I'm a L.B.B Empire Regimer That same breathes that sh**, that stays with tech and nina I'm back, so pathetic If I said it Then I meant it Get a medic, with anesthetics Grant's gotta have something to shred [Panic] I'm Empire mad seller, s'ain't a gang, it's a legions (We legions) An army with a reason to blade 'em, keep 'em from breathin' We got wetbacks, got n***as and white trash It ain't about your skin, it's 'bout kicking your a** [Luna] You're in the danger zone, you shouldn't hang so long Get knocked out, then make up before your paper gone We the sickest click, middle finger to all the haters Talkin' sh** We got dudes crazier than Al Queda [S.G.] S.G. the cholo, loco vato from Missouri You'll get buried in the park, while I'm sportin' all your j**elery I learned there's still a delta 88 when I was 12 Did it well in Armadale, I took a part and tried to sell Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) [Luna] It's especially painful when I send you to meet the angels Body, thoughts are mangled, then pulled apart From every angel Empire, original, critical how we get at you West Port Elise, best believe, we can get rid of you (Come on) [S.G.] You can't f** with a vato like me I'll make you bleed if need be, just try and see (Aight) Mira cabron, I'm never sleeping alone I got a b**h that spits hollow tips, protectin' my home [Grant Rice] Life in the trap is all I know, I turned a half into a whole Action packed, rats a**a**in with a magnum back and hold Position, I ain't givin' not a inch of what you know About a kitchen, whippin' chickens, tryin' to get ya scratch and grow [Panic] It's our turn, we last a minute, we in it for f**in' life Wipe the blood up out my face, get back in it, fist up and fight Twenty seconds left, adrenaline pumpin', no time to tire From now on, you see the clicka sound to call [All] EMPIRE! (This is) Repeat Chorus Twice {*rachero howl*}

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