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Executives Anthem [Ft Crackills, Me Nd Taktik]
IP:
[All Talkin: Wassup niggaz, BRING IT!]
Lay It On Em Crackills [Crackills - Yea, We Bringin It] From the suites to the -streets- we the executives verbilizin da -heat-// Bringin power and respect to da -seat- to -delete- niggaz dat think they -compete-// Our words will disperse ur -soul- throwin punchlines wit no -control-// The excutives will leave ya body wit open -holes- so u won't have a life to -console-// We da -top-dogs-, Fatal Excutives won't fuck -around-, we'll -drop-skulls- leavin heads on da -ground-// This is where the top mc's are -found- from the suites to the streets Fatal Excutives is a know -compound-// [StreeTLegenD - We Got Da Gunz, U Kno It] We rock clips, make dese niggaz feel our heavy hitz, watch as tha blood dripz, 1ne flick of our finger-tipz/ I keep a rifle n shotgun in 'site' in the corner of my 'eyes', Right by my side, just incase someone wants to get wise/ (don't try it) u don't think I'll hit you, but still even if I were to~miss~you, warn ya moms to graba tissue, cause I make sure next one~hit~you/ whether or not u got gunz.. or u aint got none n ya home boy got some, dont mean we aint got none, cause we got tons,comes down to who got gunz.... [Taktik - Mayn Lets Finish Em Off] From the suites to the streets, weaken knees, textcees~killin~verbally// You try~n~battle us nervously, but ya left wit a s-s-stutter, Exec's goin slur~ya~speach// Quick to break ya dreams,spit clean, PC shakin' from your keys-to-screen// Bringin' the heat, on the street or RB, shoot till we 'un~leaded', I ain't talkin 'gasoline'// Executives official, ill dismissals that pierce your inner-most cartilidge~tissues// Laser shows on the street mean we 'seek~the~heat' like 'NATO Targeted missles'// We don't fuck around wit no one, burn-'elements' and diminish 'tendencies'// We got illnesses, doctors cross seas still can't fix us wit no remedies// From Gucci suits to ghetto T's, from burnin' herbal trees to pluckin'~alphabetic~keys// Your crew or you ain't gettin me, I'm left straight up pressin DELETE// iigh...there u go some feedbak... |
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