Free download
Song Info
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:47
Lyrics
I got streets on lock like champ bailey in Compton
I don’t stop stomping, tell I take down mountains
There’s no comp man, they disappear in groups
Like a battle rapper eating up a can of fruits
life on the streets like rocks, its hard player
I doubt I ever lose, like a professional card player
In the groove I click, there aint no room to slip
I sweep the streets tight, like the broom I grip
Cleaning up crimes, is like cleaning up grimes
I’ll mix it tight, and blend it like Cleaning up rhymes
It’s like justice b4 court because you’ll slip first
Their aint a germ I can’t get rid of like Hitler
There aint no murder, I can’t commit right
Cuzz if I commit my life, it will get handled right
I’m the army you call, to make it all good
There’s nobody I can’t 86 in my hood
Hook X1
Yea I’m the army you call
Yea anybody will fall
Yea I’m the army you call
Yea anybody at all
Yea I’m the army you call
Yea anybody that crawl
Yea when somebody calls
Yea I’m the army involved
At One time clean up, wasn’t so good
At other times I used Soil and woods
If a body disappears, cuzz I never kept it
I dissolve them using nothing but antiseptics
I used to let it rot, but it left a bad smell
And cement & water didn’t work as well
It’s a bad odor, and I can’t even explain it
bunch the chemicals together and just flame it
I’m a pro at slaying, anyway they disserve it
Like an asylum victim I get Disturbed quick
With a nervous twitch My word is my gift
Cuzz I leave a body ashed the size of bird shit
It’s a perfect wish, I’ll be happy to grant
But like my greats you better Have me my grands
Cuzz like the US on Iraq I’ll have U n my plans
And cover up the murder, topping a grave with plants
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
