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    1. Come One, Come All (Letra)

      Popa Wu

      Popa Wu

      Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

      [intro]
      Yeah yeah (yo)
      Turn my mic up, one two
      East coast gangsters (straight brooklyn right here)
      (east coast gangster, east coast gangster)
      Come to let ya niggas know
      One time and one time only
      We ain’t playin

      [shacronz]
      Yo, yo, yo, yo
      Stay charm, livin, everybody wanna know cons position
      I’m in the strong condition, plus there’s no competition
      Pop dons, twistin up, arm glisten
      Rza truck, lean dudes in the hallway, sittin, spittin up
      Don’t think about gettin up, this world ain’t forgettin us
      On the streets, we crizzin cuts, too late me missed the bus
      So i hop in the train, poppin them things
      Shootin stupid, hittin every cop in my lane
      Hip hop is my game, my job, my hustle
      Had to rob and scuffle, when the projects, the god struggle
      In the public, you know for thuggin crew
      Little rugged dude, comin thru
      Like the man in front of you, you can’t do nuthin dude
      Who is he? catch me in a pair of shoes, pissy
      Seen more grands than you, lizzy, when it comes to crime
      Ain’t nuthin, my first guns a nine
      Summertime, frontin on the block, we get ones with nine
      Who’s wild? new style, some say i’m too foul
      Ya rap dudes is curtail, sit back and watch my loot pal
      Slot time eliminatin, ya rhymes a criminatin
      Shine innovatin, two dimes in rotation, mind insinuation
      God, ya dudes is weak, sometimes i be losin sleep
      To write that shit, that make ya move ya feet
      My fuse is deep, on tape ain’t confuse my speech
      Lock me up, behind bars, cuz i refuse to speak

      [chorus 2x: shacronz]
      Come one, come all, if you wanna ball
      All weak niggas on the floor
      We can take it to the courts, guns involved, my sons involved
      Can’t fuck with it, if there’s no ones involved

      [freemurder]
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
      I squeeze heaters, take you out of here on some
      I don’t need ya, swiss cheese ya
      Keep you runnin like cheetahs
      Squeeze 16’s, thru they 9 millimeters
      Ram came back, short stop like two re-ups
      Get money, fuck squeezers, send my dogs to get out ya
      With sweepers, lil’ free a sneak ya
      Splash ya, put 3 strikes on ya like adidas
      Ya causin blood on my sneakers
      Squeeze with ease, shot sound like four speakers
      Affiliated with streetsweapers
      That’s why they get sprayed in the night with red beamers
      Get laid in broad daylight, ya fools don’t want it
      Click all you, run up on you
      Rob pools, on they floor, jewels, gun on you
      Grimy when i want to, no tellin what i’m gon do
      What ya niggas wanna do? throw shots at ya mom too
      Can’t beat me, call me, ya faggots disappoint me
      Throwin shots at ya head, back frontin for me
      Shootin for my block away, i’m blazin a ack
      Ya niggas quick to but ya glock away
      Ya niggas can’t rock with me, ya niggas ain’t stoppin me
      Most bitches be clockin me
      Can’t bag one bitch with the other chick clockin me

      [chorus 2x]

      [shacronz]
      I burn the enterprise, with recognitiative
      We don’t surrender to faggots
      You got to shoot me to try to injure my status
      The things you do, make a lot of these contenders the maddest
      But not me i visit cabbage, make ya render the karat
      This in the average of 8 shells, cape swells
      On these streets peak with my tape sells
      Look how we creep in eight wale
      Hoes in barrettes, scheme boatin on the coast of java
      Bloods loke, bust guns for dada
      I’m defensive, a lineman like "mean" joe green
      Sell no dreams, hold the fort in my polo jeans
      Blow cream, blow steam, i make hoes scream
      In front of the stage, i watch the hoes fiend
      I want the bread, fuck the law
      Hustle with guns, gotta cut the raw
      The devil my one, pedal touchin the four
      Dudes fumble when i come, my metals bustin for war
      We never settle the score, devils watchin ya door, what?

      [chorus to fade]

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