DOM PACHINO - That's A Fact lyrics

rate me

Yeah, (Napalm) militant way of life, (Napalm) gear up, yo, yo

Aiyo, the game keep growing, his name keep growing

Dom Pachino as a solo artist, niggas knowing

His music is street, and on the streets, niggas know him

Now let me do the honors and introduce you to the Terrorist

The gat dreamer, the flat screen, hoody rocking

With the red beam, the lead screams, even the blood streams

Through the creases of the concrete, silence when the don speak

The Killarm' G, gorilla arm, let's build upon me

I need to do my laundry, to clean the money I'm making

Plus the records I'm breaking, the rep that was created

I'm so dedicated, the first Latin rapper to ever rep Staten

Twenty minutes from Manhattan

We get the money too, just look, check out my honey, dude

See the attraction when money moves, I dead funny crews

Pockets look like the ears of a bunny do

I get cake right in front of you, I'm not one of you

Got the power, bout ten of you, to hell is where I'm sending you

I'm not a friend of you, I'm the worst thing you ever intended to do, word...

I'm a beast in my own right, rock stones that shine like strobe lights

I'm the street so get the code right, or you won't last a whole fight

Must of had me up all night, drugs ain't cool unless you sellin' em, right

I'm livewire like my nigga Brim, expired

Over old gin, for a wild night, I kept the Trojans

Close by, coast to coast, hope the most high

Is watching you to, I don't knock what you do

Just keep it militant, diligent's the way that we move

You be killing it, tell me who fucking with you

If it was up to me, Killarmy 4 be coming soon

Because ya'll want it that bad, and you deserve it

Shit, who spit better than the team? Now Cypher

Knowledge, the kid's flow is polished, the kid's day demolished

Everything they touch, we fuck it up, we fuck it up

Innovator of this militant rap, that's a fact

First Latin rapper to rep the Stat', that's a fact

Caught charges for, busting my gat, that's a fact

Man, shit just be like that, that's that

I'm tired of, all these affiliates that's ain't affiliated with shit

Wu-Tang this and that, man, get off the dick

Be a fan, cop the music, man, keep it as that

You done fucked up the game when you started to rap

Now family ain't family no more, like Ghost said

Tell me who's fault is that? The Hip Hop Hippie?

The same argument from them all, he jipped me

At the same time, he introduced me to the game

Would of forgot about me, if I didn't maintain

But it's '08, and bygones is gone

I'm still Killarmy, I'm just reppin' Napalm

To the upmost, the game's cutthroat, don't make me bust coast

For R-E-S-P-E-C-T, or you will S-E-E T-E-R-R-O-R-I-S-T

In your closest, or studio session, any beef I be, brief with addressing

Better sleep with the weapon, new year, no time for half stepping

I'm ass betting, or you see me with the masked weapon