The Purple Tape
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(Verse) Hey, lace your boots up, tracks get looped up The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up All my pigeons is cooped up, wu’s up, wu’s up If you ain’t with us, chuck a duce up, and let us do us Break a promise but not my group up Veterans is dyin and used up Let’s see if they can hang, i’m already tying the noose up I’m too hot, if you not, get you stuffed Get you touched and get you shot or you cut Young buck i’m just tryin to toughen you up Can’t let you hustle with us, ya ain’t struggled enough Ya’ll been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much So the burner givin out loans here is a couple of bucks Had a couple of scuffs, i ain’t sayin i’m perfect I ain’t cursin on the rhyme but i wrote it in cursive Quote the verses, boy i flow with a purpose Get that prometh and a soda, come with the purchase (Chorus ) Who is that up in the buildin? Hashtag we still win Raekwon no relation to chef tho, but still trend My young’un tell em it’s them Wu-Tang is for the children They buggin, tell em again Wu-Tang is for the children (Verse) Lab with the pole, slide down I’m in the basement countin faces Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestaks HSBC see me gettin G-packs, herringbones mad stones in em’ The voice is olive green, three doors I’m on bring my goons home Puma’s on, points like unicorns, fumin in uniforms What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip Got monkey’s out here ready to flip We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance For killing that real shit independence, far glowin like blonde hair Probably be the way we be rollin, let’s cash a check y’all bring the broads here Until the sun burns out, ain’t nobody eatin’, we on your block now Glock up or call the precinct (Chorus ) (Verse) Deck performin on the track, call him Jeff Gordon I’m still buzzin this is Hennessey the next mornin The upset talkin, I’m yes yallin for checks Bossin’ the set, you acting like my ex callin Ain’t that a bitch, not the five or the six I rock seven on my back that’s Kaepernick I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen Sort of like abortion i ain’t havin it, S I ready for action Heavily cashin, we set for whatever, what’s happenin’ Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlastin’ Four five, six, your head is crackin’, just a fifth of E&J and a eighth of green No promethazine but I make em lean I’m runnin with the real ya’ll chasin dreams While the crowd go wild for their favorite team (Chorus x 2)
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