DOM PACHINO

DOM PACHINO - War Sindrome lyrics

rate me

Yeah, Yeah, Shit is sick

Fuck you thought it was, Yo, Yo, Yo, Ayo...

I'm sick like the pain I inflict son

I'll long dick your vixen for talking that shit son

For me I'm on a mission you niggas is wishing, That I hang it up

But I can't leave this rap shit alone and so I bang it up

Bruise cruse you snooze lose that's how you fools do

And I can't even tell who's who, You all doo-doo

Plain flows you play shows the crowd boo you

Promoters don't want to pay up, They tryna screw you

Big star, Myspace, Got you feeling good

You have a million views, Can't sell a unit in the hood

Do the mathematics, Your fans must be crack attics

They'd rather smoke then buy your CD, So how you gone G.P.

You see me, I talk less, Manifest, Success

Damage ya amateurs, Hammers tucked under the vest

Two groups, smashed glass and liquor bottles flying

The shooting continued outside, Two men

What are they going to do about it, What can they do about it

Nothing, They gone watch P ruff em up

Duff em up, Like life ain't tuff enough

But I'm hard as nails and stay crisp like two dollar bills

My true fam from back in the days still hollow steels

They told me to smash this game son, I might as well

My last LP was okay, This one is hot as hell

What you think Napalm is, A fire ball

The same shit I'm living for same shit that I'm dying for

I read your post on the forums, You niggas ya'll be crying for

That soldier where's your war face, Let's take em to war

I'm still Allah Rule Master, Why just ask the guy

We planted our flag in his dirt we're not just passing by

The originators of mic combat and there's a lot of new troops

I just had to remind you of that

Kill em all man, I just wanna see blood everywhere

Riddle em, Chop Suey niggas and get rid of em

War Sindrome out my dome is what I'm giving em

I'm sick and been diagnosed, The mind's where I hide my toast

Keep it stored in the same part of my brain where my rhymes are wrote

Can't let this ship sink, We gotta stay a float

You cross over that bridge son, You gotta pay the toll

Staten Island hip hop is the new rock n' roll

The kid's unstoppable, Stop drop and roll

The code of the street's hold heat and don't sleep

Keep an eye out for the sheep that creep in wolvesí cloths

Over here shit get deep like three feet of snow

Don't make me melt your snow man with the heat that I hold

That orizell thin your body being found cold

It's 08, Looking good, The team's in control

There's nowhere else to go from here except blow

There's nowhere else to go from here except blow

Shoot that motherfucker, You gonna kill me

I said not right now but I will later

I mean you had to respect him cause the guy

He came in with tuff talk, Guns

And all these people would be talking about a guy

Anybody coming in anywhere with an enter rush, And go this guy is somebody

Although he was as bad and probably killed more then any of the other ones

I was a bad boy from the very beginning, A stone cold killer

To tell you the truth I didn't like the guy very much

Because he used to brag to me about like people that he had killed

And that sort of thing, I thought I put my weapon down

And I shot him with my mach eleven on the face

I kill anyone in the United States, I'll do it

Anywhere they send me I'll do it

As far as working on U.S. soil, I will bet

Reputation was there was someone after you, I will get you

If you run, I will catch you

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