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    Krumb Snatcha Mobsters / Lyrics

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    "Ask Ya Self" Lyrics

    Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

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    Ask ya self
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?

    Ask ya self if you ready for drama
    With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama
    You fucking with the best
    (First, ask ya self if you ready for Krumb Snatch)
    Then ask you self if you ready for Tef

    And if you ready for death, pull all the steps out
    I'ma make the glocks sound
    (Nigga we got it locked out)
    (Y'all niggas is popped out)
    We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti
    (All city)
    (And this here, what we call gritty)

    I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live
    And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston
    Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig out
    To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out

    By accident, we do some shit on the mic
    That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again
    Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a hole
    In the speaker then pull the plug, we walking out

    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?
    The hardcore

    Now ask ya self, do you can keep run faster
    Than this bullet can chamber?
    (Son, you in danger)
    We hit off heavy metal to settle to be frequently
    And that's all me
    (Nigga)

    Thinking you can talk sideways from the sound woofer
    No prove of action
    (My whole team laughing)
    And ask ya self, do you think we got the time
    For you tucking-truck rhymes?
    (Bitch, hell no)

    We put wigs on fire like Michael mean Pepsi
    (Cats blowing like a lesbie)
    Testing me and Tef is like me and you laugh
    And we'll announce a breath from holy you nnothing
    That's def

    Listen, nigga, we don't doubt you
    Simply we don't give a fuck about you
    Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin without you
    You fucking with real niggaz, feel niggaz
    Walking through the house and kill niggaz
    (Hardcore)
    Bitch, nigga

    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for action?
    Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore?

    Na, na, na, fuck that
    Don't hold me back Tef
    Na, na, lemme go, lemme go
    Fuck these niggaz
    Naw, they don't know, hold up dog
    Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up

    Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went about it wrong
    Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a song
    I'm a let niggaz know, they got it confused
    You got gats and bats we get those too

    Semi's and macks cocked and aimed at you
    Bloodthirsty, star what the worst be
    No mercy, we god and bang hard with any squad or mobb
    Coming forty niggaz like a jail yard

    Blood on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out
    Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the mouth
    You niggaz want a concrete rebel
    Pulling out busting like war in the jungle

    Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the tunnel
    Most humble, we send shots when we come through
    Get praised but still blaze in the battle
    The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle

    I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze
    You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
    Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
    Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons

    Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting
    Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money rhyming
    Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat
    Label most dangerous, police lay and watch me

    Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting
    We come through thumping, pulling out dumping
    Tangle with your best entourage

    We coming in yards to face off with any yards
    Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun
    Whistling throughout the air, just to mock one
    Blood for your socks son

    Is you ready for the hardcore
    The hardcore
    And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions
    I got strict orders to clap you
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by C.A. Small, L. Stanbury, Shareif Haqquani.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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