Royce Da 5?9?

Royce Da 5?9? - Bombist lyrics

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Bomb First niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But death is

So you gotta go and get 'em!



Bomb first niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But Death is

So somebody gon' get it!





Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off

Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz

With you from the peddle to the floor

From the shevel to the fo' fo' the devil only showed up for show

Turn this up, turn off your phone

And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home

Faces corps or face them in court

If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short

I got a babe to work for the courts

I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch

Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about

I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent

After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me

The skit master, beef with the street trash

The leafs the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered

Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass

Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing





Bomb First niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But death is

So you gotta go and get 'em!



Bomb first niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But Death is

So somebody gon' get it!





At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day

However you hunt (go get 'em!)

The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want

Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump

Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go

The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints

So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger

I learned niggaz will turn on you young

Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa

Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up

If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might

Surroad through and fast forward his life

Blow noodles on hi sdash board nigga no excuses

I seen plenty survive, weighing 185

In a land where the skinny niggaz die

You gotta





Bomb First niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But death is

So you gotta go and get 'em!



Bomb first niggaz

You gotta hurt niggaz

Put in work niggaz

God made dirt niggaz

It don't hurt niggaz

Drama ain't certain niggaz

But Death is

So somebody gon' get it!
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