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    Krumb Snatcha Mobsters / Lyrics

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    "Incredible" Lyrics

    Krumb Snatcha Mobsters feat. Gang Starr

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    [Hook: DJ Premier cuts & scratches]
    "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready"
    "Boston, state of mind stay sick"
    "Live rounds, five pounds of heat"

    "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready" -> Krumb
    "I like to let my rhymes flow" -> PMD
    "Ain't no doubt about it" -> Keith Murray
    "Understand this?" "Word up"

    You pussy niggaz, we incredible
    And don't push us, to put led in you
    We 'bout to be them niggaz on top, instead of you
    The Beantown beatdown, unbelievable, see now
    Push ya dough up, we want more than some G's now
    Watch us comin up in the fast lane, Henney'd up
    Never worry 'bout beef, fire arms already tucked
    What the fuck, niggaz been about to the Don
    And give it up to Krumb, I live it up for my son
    And you industry niggaz, you really lost it
    First you slept on Boston, then you kept on flossin
    Shouldn't do that, around us hungry niggaz
    'Cause we the chosen godly warriors, tuffer than rugby niggaz
    Live lovely niggaz
    Although the time's is harsh, all my soldiers now it's time to march
    All you punks, huh, you better find a heart


    [Krumb Snatcha]
    A child with a destiny, ain't no testin me
    Mental menu, send you a recipe
    Chef like Rae how I bake a track
    Give the streets mo' yeast until the cake is back
    Stack to my own bakery, why niggaz hatin me
    Can't see this fake industry makin me
    Anti-flossin, poppin at the bar
    This is ashy-ass knuckles and razors in the jar
    Far from the norm, so they say son strange
    Temper so short, turn ya face to a gun range
    Switch it up, nice chain, lift it up
    Too much talk about juice, is why'all bitch or what
    Like vanity, shine with your rims and ice
    Until a hooded figure come through to dim ya lights
    Timbs and mics, all a nigga need
    Just to proceed, to make another rapper bleed, indeed


    Sleep? Nah I wouldn't do that on no one
    Creep? That's what I like to do like a Shogun
    Load one, buck it, cold one as fuck it
    Colt two, loads of power you but let's not discuss it
    Babylon got us holdin on the tephlon
    We deaded some but we gon' spit, 'til all the rest gone
    Respect to your hood, I know the O.G.'s there
    Yo I dare when we fear none, play low-key here
    [Krumb Snatcha]
    Yo, me and the God expose frauds frontin hard
    The type want to fight get jumped in the yard
    Any odds oppose, get the deadliest blows
    In the form of these toxic flows
    Pumpin the glock, send shots through your clothes
    Incredible game how we knock why'all hoes
    Stop all foes, deadin their tracks
    And since niggaz got mouth, give head to this gat, for real

    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Terrell Mackey, Sarah Johnson, Michah Williams, Maurice Foreman, Karriem Hassan Mack, Obiajulu Ntukogu.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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