Bonus Track lyrics

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HUSALAH lyrics : "Bonus Track"

[Verse 1:]
Nigga this is, dope %#@! for real ^!$$%s to mob to
Husalah Husalah if I, need to remind you

Thirty-six shots on my side dude
If it's really on suckas die when I slide through
Plus I got twenty-fours on the drop

Knockin' hoes on the spot off top
^!$$% my gun go dumb blam mob %#@! dumb slap
Everytime the Husalah rap boppas get dumb ready

I $#[email protected] wid work not sluts they both come in heavy
White %#@! two times on my frouton
Either with ya wife or crack my face a coupon

That's low price Sally toss a crouton
Hold crack in ya butt (*##$ the Hus real
Plus I got a left cross that'll slap and leave a ^!$$% stiff

Leave a ^!$$% like a bootleg tape
When I rip a ^!$$% wid this razor in his face grace his face
Everytime I did the '73 Caprice they see the whip is way older than me

out listenin' to the stupid freaks
Slick Rick Freaky James in the trunk
when I dump on a punk ^!$$% what it's young Hus

Ya say one thing and do another

Creepin' but the Husalah's ready for the smother
My ^!$$%s'll kill you, killlll youuuu

Ya say one thing and do another
Creepin' but the Husalah ready for the funk man
My ^!$$%s'll kill you we ready for the smother

[Verse 2:]
I write music in the dark off the beat of my heart on a cold, block

waitin' for the heat to spark
Itchin' for the sun to go down
Cause when my shiver start

If it's all to ya eyes keep $#[email protected]' wid the Husalah
Cause from my stand point I'm seein' ^!$$%s self destruct
It's not cool how my day to day life go

Big rims and rifles high guy where my knife'll go
It's the violation committed by alleged defendant
My DNA real mob I'm a royal defendant

A royal descendant of pure hustlin' Dominicans
^!$$%s oil and chickens
and padico coke for milk that ^!$$%s is sniffin'

Simply to make it simplistic, my building's terrific
I feel it, what ^!$$%s tryna do but lace me wid the mob
I'm resurrectin' the era of '94 just to make it pop

and when it's dumb $$# back lit we stack chips
Whether we stack bricks or learn from this rap %#@!
I come through wid the fifty round and clack %#@!

Clack clack cla-clack like I hits dome called
dome called dome called body %#@!


[Verse 3:]

Every since I, was a young buck ^!$$%
I ain't never in my life been a young punk ^!$$%
Known for my knock outs and dumpin' on ^!$$%s

I ain't talkin' bout suckas ya had to be stone killas
And that's the way we got our stripes yo
I swear to God my whole life I sold coke white bro

Never had a chance to take a flick wid a prom date
Never seen the tenth grade let alone graduate
And that's sad for ya nig but I was lovin' it

Soakin' hella game from the OG's that was $#[email protected]' wid
Nino G-Mac west on a late night hype
He caught a hot one took eight

Them pack of wolves tried to give him life
I was out there wid Ruler that night
He went down got back like nine zips of cooked crack

These fake rappers keep dreamin' man
Most my nights I cooked and sleep in the evenings man
But you could only feel it if you lived that life tho

This the type of %#@! I think about at night bro
Killing, drug dealing, and prostitution
Upholdin' the fifth amendment of the constitution
Homie said he's wid the %#@! but never got arrested
Wearing a stop snitchin' shirt, but you the one tellin'

Now ya only gettin' seen in remote towns
Pop up in the Bay and get yo (*##$ $$# mowed down

It's the Mob we the main event ^!$$%

you know what I'm sayin'?
boss gang my ^!$$%s but we gon' keep it lit tho ^!$$%
You feel me?
Niggas talkin' bout killing
That's some funny %#@!

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