A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Union lyrics : "So Many Days"


Dead. Ain't %#@! diffin all the thugs.

Blew the video. Ras Kass
Organized rhymes, ^!$$%

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core
Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat.
If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy

Groupies get the bozack
Snake ^!$$%z I'm gonna get your $$# back, like your $$# crack
%#@! lowjack and you know that

I ain't never bout wit down ^!$$%
Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama
Life is six figures, double ^!$$%z wit babies mommas

You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies
MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)
Beyond some dreams, smoke $#[email protected] get paid

Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers
for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's
Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew

Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick $$#
and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer
Some say my attitude is $#[email protected] up and real crummy

since I come from the state where it's always sunny
Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:
No child, I work hoes for the money

[Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:]

So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many strive.

So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many try.

[Verse 2: K. Born]

How you do that there ?
Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please
$#[email protected] the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis

I got my front and my back, like prevysesis
So tell me who this ^!$$%z think they intimidated
I ain't havin none of that %#@! that bein constipated

My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends
And I'm still on critically,
the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically

So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't $#[email protected] wit me (true)
I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company
Once before the icore. Switch my soft war

Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast
$#[email protected] a (*##$ in the mouth, but then #[email protected] gets infected wit gees
Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)

You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution
Yo. ^!$$%z wiggin out like Whitney Houston
You feel me ? I do %#@!

#[email protected]

[Chorus x1]

Submit Corrections

Thanks to guest