LYRICS:
Two middle fingers up when i slide thru your block
No mask on my face i never gave a fuck about who sees and who does not
When these bustas get popped like Galante
When my pen hits the paper i write classics like the Brontes
Six shooter in my belt so I call that shit Lebron James
Pump you full of holes on a sunny day like this
I’m puffing stogies with a Swiss watch on my wrist
45 to your face make you piss your pants like a bitch
Keep it silent in the courtroom I could never snitch
Whatever happens happens and that’s just the way it is
Fuck whores brother I’m out here tryna get rich
Mob ties I keep it in the family when i speak you better sit

MOB TIES

LYRICS:
Its still mother fuck my enemies
I was in the trenches posted sittin on like 20gs
Been on the low since birth i done never caught a felony
But i’d take 100 years for my brothers in the pedigree
Don’t think that you’re a friend of me
Stogies in the back of the club counting hella cheese
Smoke in the air make a battyboy wheeze
I been living lavish but I’m still tied to the streets
Eating oysters but i still got the piece
Chromed out 50. cal put a pussy on his knees
Turn to the lord and savior had him crying please
Catch me at your funeral as your get laid at ease
Like shit i gotta eat
Your deaths 10k in the bank I couldn’t pass on such a treat
Money waterfall i get paid by any means
U could never catch me lacking with what i got in my jeans

Thats the life of a G
Tied to the streets til i fall and stop breathing
Someones gotta serve to those who are fiending
Just hit my line swear i got what u need bruh
Thats the life of a G
Tied to the streets til i fall and stop breathing
Fuck the cold i’m making money every season
The shit that i have seen swear most wouldn’t believe it

THAT'S LIFE

@queensgambitt

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LYRICS:
Puffing on a cuban cigar like we in cuba
Half assed rapping fools let me be your tutor
With the goons like Jack Sparrow and we plotting in Tortuga
12 can never find me how i handle my maneuvers
Fucking with the mob and it’s your funeral
Cut you up like fine steak, leave you somewhere in Bermuda
Tied to the streets but I’m enlightened like a Buddha
Cross me one time you better kill yourself like Judas

Cause we about to find where you stay
Never know how I play cause I keep my pokerface on
Pull up to your crib and we spray
Never know it was me cause I keep my pokerface on


Lady Gaga I pull my poker face
These rappers 2 faced like Edward Mordrake 
When you lived the life i did, there's only 2 ways 
Sell your soul to the fame or struggle to see another day 
There’s some nights where sleep's the only thing to eat 
Most cold nights polluted air's the only thing to breath 
I swear I must've inhaled smoke more than oxygen 
But I'd die by my choices never live to be an apologist

POKERFACE (Feat. GAMBITT)

LYRICS:
Shake your hand with the right then I stab you with the left
Introduce myself as the man they know as death
You could never guess what I got inside my vest
Million ways to die let me know which suits you best
Smoking on the baccy so i’m never ever stressed
Scope on your head so I’m holding in my breath
Pale horse coming at you and it takes the form of lead
That’s a 50 cal bullet lodged in your fucking breast
Taken more lives than the pest
Iceman, i got a rose pinned to my fucking chest
Knife in my pocket i beg put me to the test
Clean the scene never leave a single witness to attest bitch
Flooded rolex on my left wrist
Kingpin i got the best shit
I got whatever hit my line and request it

1000000 WAYS TO DIE

LYRICS:
Inna classic monte carlo that shit go vroom
Better watch your step fore the glick go boom
Aint no telling what the fuck the clique gon do
Linked up with smokedope shit thats long due
Rolex plated gold shit thats all new
U still wearing them fakes u a funny lil dude
Cuppa nerds bundled up in a funny lil crew
On some “fuck you” shit how i’d beat u black and blue
This one is for em old school fools
Candy painted whips pumpin DJ screw
I was in the club and the DJ knew
Had my shit on repeat the entire night thru
You a shitty ass actor i see right thru
Think he hard as hell he a mark ass fool
Your bitch was on my dick like “i love you”
Nutted on her face like “i already knew that”
Shit i already knew that
Vice city, if you fire we shoot back
Shining in the dark got em like “who that”
100 hoes at once like “how does he do that”
Shit how do i do that
I feel like the man show me where the booth at
Eduacted Gangster i feel like tupac
Smokedope give em something to woo at

yea its smokedope i just pulled up
bitch im the donk big rims hella drugs
i be ridin thru the vice city
wit yo bitch and yo baby mama right wit me
i dont really have time
why u tryna fight wit me 
i just pimped yo bitch
yea im lovin on them nice titties
i just bought a kilo
like the migos
u be in that same shirt
yea i know was free hoe
spendin racks on some nice clothes
jos a bank bitch aint no average joe
we be in the globo gym goin beast mode
dis tha vice city life aint need a cheat code
me and iceman yea we smart as hell
street taught by the slums and the fucking jail
educated but a gangster yea we never fail
if im ever locked ima post bail
yea i know my brudda got my back
slide the block on the opps in a caddilac
black rims black paint with the roof back
out the top wit the uzi yea he got a mac
hollow points when we huntin 
pistol whip ya just to prove somthin
5 stars got them helis and they fuckin gunnin
movin fast down the strip just to feel somethin
cant be caught like usain when he start runnin
yea its smokedope i just pulled up
bitch im the donk big rims hella drugs
i be ridin thru the vice city
wit yo bitch and yo baby mama right wit me

VICE CITY (Feat. SMOKEDOPE2016)

LYRICS:
My 357 send bustas up to heaven
I got real blood ties bitch i die for my brethren
Black suit with the tie like i’m agent 47
Out on business with my trusty m1911
You wanna die? Come and try me
Give u a free ride cross the river Styx
Tying up your legs with bricks
I’m Charon in this bitch in a S type jag
With an intent to get rich, and make your bitch fucking gag on my dick
I’m in these streets politicking with the fellas
And we make money rain better grab the umbrella
Bad bitches on my dick like i just headlined for Coachella
But iont fw pussy like a mouse i’m bout my cheddar

357 FREESTYLE

I’m sliding through inna Grand National buick
Every bar is perfection bitch i feel like Stanley Kubrick
Mastermind director everything i drop a movie
I got clips on clips on clips call that B-roll for the UZI
Pimp shit I’m in the whip while I’m boozing
Beat by my brotha Cinnamon i told him keep it groovy
Money talks that's why these bitches always choosing
Life is good I’m smoking cubans while i’m laughing in a two piece

STANLEY KUBRICK (Feat. ZJAY)

LYRICS:
Got rhymes for days, I spit bars like AK’s
Dive out the window like I'm Max Payne
Sword on my hip for when I get to slaying
I aint even listen to the shit you be sayin
Fuck with the Iceman, an old storm comin
Let me educate yall, this aint no stuntin
Salvador creepin, got a burlap mask
Fuck with my family I kill you last
I got MOB TIES, bet you already know
Salvador, Iceman creepin in your home
Like a deer in headlights this night dont feel right
Feds all around me I think this is my last fight

Look, I’m coming at ya with the 6 inch blade
Rockstar like i played for the dire straits
Fuck with salvador and ice you get burned at the stake
Better run on to your home when the time is ticking late
At the round table where we politic for days
Smoking stogies drinking highland park inna haze
They said that its up so i told em bring the pain
Then my 44 bullet ripped right thru all their brains
Wyatt Earp and fucking Doc Holiday
Quickdraw on your block when you see us better pray
Pay attention when i speak cuz the streets know the name
I got 100 thousand goons just one call away bitch
This what i wrote im bout to record rn

TOMBSTONE (Feat. SALVADOR)

LYRICS:
44 to your forehead
The pale horse comes in the form of lead
Serve no time regardless of what the court says
When i catch lacking you’d wish you were dead
Everything's true all that shit that I said
You could prolly hear the footsteps while you’re lying in bed
Sneaking in your crib with a gun in my belt
I’ll put 1 in your head and the rest in your chest
And I’ll never confess
If they even dare to press charges i’d be impressed
Tired of press stalking, working with the feds
Praying on my downfall don’t wanna see me at my best
Watch your step don’t wanna put me up to the test
This pistol got a trigger that i barely gotta press
Cartier shades and my rolex is Prez
You shakin in your boots i can tell that you’re pressed

Caught a cuppa bodies and i’d do it again
Sold a cuppa bricks and i’d do it again
Ion’t fuck with tricks only stay with my friends
With my day 1’s until my final day ends
Don’t care about shit cept for making them Bens
Whole mob cold hearted we some stoic men
I done lost my count forgot what i spent
Bank account hold millions like i learned from Luke Wren
Cross my chest like Amen
I know that God will forgive all i did in the end
Blowing out baccy feel the air getting tense
You can see the smoke rolling out of the Benz
I could never fold I could barely even bend
Unknown millionaire shit that was my intent
Oil sheik money smoking on turkish blend
When I’m at your door better make your amends

PALE HORSE

LYRICS:
Drop the casket boy I’m smoking at your funeral
There’s not a hit in this entire world that isn’t doable
1 shot is all it takes to make 100 million numerals
I’m thumbing thru these bands until I’m bleeding from my cuticles
Go about my business like usual
He brought a knife to a gunfight that boy delusional
It's way too late for him to realize that life is beautiful
Shot him dead to show that his behaviors inexcusable 
I hit my white boy boogie
White hoes looking like Fred they want the Nookie
I feel like a vet cause death never shook me
And when i take my last breath i’ll die knowning noone ever overtook me

WHITEBOY BOOGIE

LYRICS:
6 rounds, 6 kills inna day
Spit sick shit like i just caught the hayfever
Wanna know if I’m around check the thermometer 
Fuck the cold bitch i’m still rocking wifebeaters
You weak as fuck steel toes stomping your Adidas
You all pretend you could never cop a feature
Hear the leaves crack I’m getting closer by the meter
Garrote round your neck til your bitch ass stop breathing
And you better believe it
I’m on the hunt right after my briefing
Up at family dinner you can hear me in the ceiling
One shot is all it takes to get 100 people grieving
Trust I’ve seen it before
Your kids crying at the body on the floor
Say some bitch shit before your body goes cold
Should’ve never fucked around like you’ve always been told
They say I came up from the snow
Temperatures drop when i kick in the door
Iceman from the north bitch I could never fold
And when i leave the scene feel the air is full of woe
When you live like this every man is your foe
I done whacked fools for 5 grams of that blow
Never safe when I’m in town cause you never ever know
If i was you I’d watch my back everytime I was alone

ICEMAN

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