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Bruce Lee 2 (feat. yk2ology, 1nebozo, TrippyAntikz, ItzTonicc, ALLBLK & KayKayStackin)
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Shawn Robinson
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Sharise Feliz
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Joshua Torres
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King Jackson
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Tiana Byrd
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Anthony Rodriguez
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Letras
(Yo, it's fuckin' yk2ology, bitch!)
(And this is the fuckin' XNY!)
Kick **** in the face, Bruce Lee
No chicken, he catchin' a two-piece
Got a wife, the fuck is a smoochie?
**** on crack and they yellin' out whoopty
Want bread, wanna cop me a new piece
Been different, so fuck if you knew me
Murdered the beat, now they wanna sue me
Too bad, I'ma do me
It'll get brick when I hop on the beat, like winter
Look at my shorty, like she got thicker
Light up my spliff, don't like that liquor
Talk my shit 'cause I'm like that ****
XNY gon' only get bigger
Ain't been me, think I need me a snicker
Writing these rhymes, they only get sicker
I'll murder that bitch, then murder her ****
The fuck? It's the XNY
We fire, I can't even lie
Like, damn, our music be catchin' they eyes
Smokin' that gas, always gettin' high
Kick back like I'm Bruce Lee
All these crackheads beggin' for a loosie
Told that bitch come slide, no toosie
Yeah, I'm the king of this shit like I'm Luffy
Talkin' shit, you know you irrelevant
Yeah, you cannot take me out of my element
When I start writin', you'll see my intelligence
Then you'll just know that I'm better
TMNT, put you in the shredder
Know I'm the one that get the pussy wetter
Wrist too cold, think I need a sweater
Damn, she wanna suck, I'ma let her, yeah
All of this dick's what I fed her
Got all this money, I'm makin' the cheddar
Teach you a lesson like I'm the professor
You tryna get decked? Not talkin' Inspectah
Bitch, I am not playin' around
Like, tell me right now, are you hearin' the sound?
Told that lil' bitch that I'd take her to town
If she roll up my blunts, roll the whole pound
I'm back on my grind again, I am a clock
Yeah, there's no stoppin' in me
I'm out of this world, 90 miles away
Like, this ain't 100 degrees
And to all of the bitches I kicked to the curb
Yeah, this was a lesson for me
That I am the baddest, fuck around and see
While you freezin' cold, I'ma shine on the scene, like
The sun is out, so these bitches wanna pretend we friends
Yeah, it's all love till they **** end up in my DMs
But that is okay to me, I'ma pipe down, 'cause this gettin' fatally
Must think my father is Bruce Lee, 'cause when I pull up, these bitches got nothin' to say to me
Now I'm runnin' it up, while you gettin' allowance, lil' ****, ain't talkin' 'bout two tens
And I'm stackin' my bread like it's Jenga, the money pretty too, so let's talk about two 10's
This a new lens, retired my glasses, I'm tired of seein' this blue benz
But I'm runnin' them down on this track like a sport, they cheerin' my name on a new end
Should've known he a broke-ass bitch
'Cause why is you worried 'bout what am I banking with?
Get to runnin' from beef, let him run
I promise the money will never be chasin' him
These **** is soft, mushy like a pie
Throw him in the oven, bake him till he fried
Already knew that this **** an animal
He a pussy in disguise!
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You started it, I'ma finish it like 2-3 with it, ballin' like Jordan
Ju- Jump man, keep on scorin' ALLBLK swervin' in the foreign
Hoppin' out, I'm lookin' gorgeous, all my diamonds lookin' flawless
How the fuck could you ignore this?
All this flexin', I'm exhausted
I ain't stressin' shit, don't blow my high
Who I'm with? it's the XNY
XNY, we some masterminds
Every time, I'ma spazz with mine
We-we in this bitch and we back one time
I'm with the shit, never lack, it's a fact
I'm-I'm in this bitch and I came with a pack
I needed breesh, so I came with the gat
Talkin' that shit, then I'm leavin' you flat
No more to say, I'ma leave it like that, bitch
You get split, ****, like a fraction
We got the blick, a **** pistol packin'
Fuck out my face, you average
Tired of all the pussy **** chattin'
**** be yappin' and yappin'
Came through, you know that I'm tappin'
Like, damn, thought I was actin'
Shorty fucked so good, could tell by the clappin'
Been chosen, leave a **** frozen
Think he need a potion, he ain't got no motion
'Bout to go wild, they know Bozo crazy
And I'm with Sharisey and she callin' Daisy
Wanna act tough? Get smacked, bitch
On top, ****, that's a fact, bitch
Act dumb, get put in a pack, bitch
We the XNY and we back, bitch
Like I said it before, I'm a legend, I been uppin' the score with the music
**** really be poor and beggin' for crack, get sent to the door, **** too sick
Where the fuck is your brain, you acoustic? They been on dick, yeah, they know that I'm too lit
Like, bro, you wanna be toothless? Chrisean Rockin' these **** with two hits
Bruce Lee, get hit with a what?
Doin' my shit, I ain't never get touched
Here with the only **** that I trust in the cut
I know they knowing what's up
Bro wanna talk? Bro wanna go up?
Wanna meet Jesus? Thought he was tough?
You will never get cuffed, lil' bitch
Like, I got a wife and I said it a bunch
Bruce Lee, I'ma kick a **** guts
Look up, 'cause there's bitches you can't trust
Keep grindin', I keep on goin' up
Crossin' the line, then you **** out of luck
Father callin', she can't just pick it up
He don't know that I got up in her stuff
Keep it G, might just blow her up
Dick in her stomach, I might just fill her up
Like, you need to get up, you can't back down
I could fight, I don't need to be talkin' bout dumpin'
Smokin' Za and the grabba be punchin'
That **** grillin', I might have to rush him
Like, circle him up, cause I'm ready to punch him
Like, no Halloween, you get carved like a pumpkin
Stop talkin', no time for discussion, he got knocked down all of a sudden
Go' crazy, I'm rappin' on this beat
Always stand' tall, 'cause I'm always on my feet
She a thot, th-this not trick or treat, if you don't know me, you better take a seat
Walk down, he thinkin' shit is sweet, talk on my name, then you might just be deceased
**** know that I'm really too elite
Accurate aim, got hands like I'm Bruce Lee
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Written by: Anthony Rodriguez, Joshua Torres, King Jackson, Sharise Feliz, Shawn Robinson, Tiana Byrd
