History Battle Lyrics

History Battle lyrics

Where Brooklyn at

 Where Brooklyn at 

 Where Brooklyn at

 Where Brooklyn at 

 

 I got 7 mack 11s 

 about 8 thirty eights 

 nine nines 10 mack 10s                      the shits never end

 you cant touch my riches

 even if u had mc hammer and them 357 bitches

 biggie smalls the millionar

 the mansion the yaht

 the two weed spots the two hot glocks

 thats how i got the weed spots 

 i shot dread in the head

 took the bread and the land spread

 little gody got the shotty to ur body

 so dont resist or u might miss christmas

 i toke guns i make number runs

 i give mcs the runs drippin

 when i throw my clip in the ak

 i slay from far away

 everybody hit the d e c k 

 my slow flows remarkable 

 peace to matayo 

 now we smoke weed like tony montana snif the yao

 thats crazy blunts 

 mad ls

 my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

 o my god i droppin shit like a pigeon 

 i hope ur listenin 

 smackin babies at they cristenin

 

 

 i thank the lord for my many blessins

 keep the vest from protectin 

 from the battles of the smith a wessin

 and all ma niggas in the pen here we go again

 aint nuthin seperatin us but my mack 10

 born in the ghetto as a huslter

 hold up

 a straight soldier

 barkin at the bustas

 no matter how u talk

 niggas never die

 we juss retalerate with hate 

 then we multiply

 u see we striken down the block 

 hitten corners

 ballin like a mutha fucker

 livin like a i wanna

 it aint no stoppin at the red lights

 im sideways thug life

 mutha fucker cum pain

 lets the cop flick their lights on

 chase me nigga

 zig zaggin down the freeway 

 race me nigga

 in a high speed chase with the law

 the realist mutha fucker that u ever saw

 

 

 

 

 lyrics by:Kt 

 look out for TkConnections