- The Alchemist Surf & Turf 歌詞
- The Alchemist
- Where we at with it
Blockworks, lets get it
Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force
Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter
Son was the fourth, youngin' on the run with a warrant
Mother**** a judge and the courts, club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my ports, had to let the love run its course
Cousin up North, plugged in New York
Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope
Road trips to Ypsi, what's good with the coke
Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
Aint even on the flyer but think Im in love with the host
Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs, they know Ima thug til I croak
Thats how we comin
Overlord status, I be slummin
My son think that I don't love 'em, he dont know his daddy thuggin'
Said, 'I been out here since a youngin'
Runnin up a check, thumbin stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know that's how we comin
It aint no future in your frontin when my shooters get to dumbin
You know my crew aint missin nothin
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know thats how we comin
1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st
31 3rd, big 3, and mydirty Squirt
Burnin sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first
Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like its surf & turf
You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease
Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks
Shit got your ***** workin my nerves out in Twin Peaks
Gin neat, olive martinis, we dont mix drinks
Big links, only built for Cubans , think Im big Meech
I been brickin, now I need that Cuban with the big sink
I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep
When its just me, its just me and my 9, feel like Im 10 deep
On the Warren, planted in the hood, feel like Big Squeak
Off of Forest, dancin with them Wolves, niggas been sheep
The hood want the music, trying not to let this shit leak
My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet
(Youve got some pretty big shoes to fill)
Overlord status, I be slummin
My son think that I dont love em, he dont know his daddy thuggin
Said, 'I been out here since a youngin'
Runnin up a check, thumbin stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know thats how we comin
It aint no future in your frontin when my shooters get to dumbin
You know my crew aint missin nothin
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know thats how we comin
Came with the Crips, came with the scrip, churn up the grits
Cant never slip, thang on the hip
Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
Autopilot when I bye-bye losers
Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo bands
Big house, mo land, lil Vince a grown man, came with his own plan
No friends wanna pop me, homie you cant stop me
Thuggin with the Wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet
You know who the opps was, aint nobody shot me
But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe bout three
Wasnt doin too much, I done made a few bucks
I can get you Ku Kluxd, underneath the white sheet
Off the porch with hot feet, couldve ran a 40 in a 4-flat
.44, snub nose, homie let me hold that
I aint never shoot it though
Trade it for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide
Put that shit on Tiny Scrap , pulled up where they find me at
Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the gray Benz
Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims
Try me, Ima put you on a stretcher , thats on gangland
The breaking news tonight is that two people, according to Detroit Police, were shot inside which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile
Camero, doesnt have a headlight on, and somebody if not a couple people could be running out of this vehicle, one, two, three-
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