Мемфис

ALL ABOUT OUR HUSTLE.

PRODUCED BY ISVVC.

ISVVC:
https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc
https://open.spotify.com/artist/38BjthdmEUFb7tw1opGARd?autoplay=true
https://criminalisticrecords.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS:
All about our hog, hustle 
Stackin' up the paper mane
Get the fuckin cheese by any means
No we do not play
Wallet lookin empty
While you lookin like a lick 
Easy pickins' for a stang 
Gimme all yo fuckin shit 
This a 211 hoe
I’ll break ya down into the fuckin floor 
On the ground you will lay 
Then I hit the fuckin road 
Hit the fuckin dro 
Sell the rest for a hundred fifty 
Push this dope, pimp these hoes 
Now your girl ridin' with me
What she fiendin for?
Say she fiendin' for the bud 
I'm the pusherman baby
I’m the muthafuckin' plug 
Call me Curtis I’m the pusher
And I’m known to keep it cookin'
SLYYE the muthafuckin' mane
Got these thirsty bitches lookin' 
For a method to my stash 
You should know I’m bout the cash 
Hit you with that 1-2-1 
Knock you face down on your ass 
In the grass you will bleed
Cuz you went and fucked with me 
Keep my word, you’ll kiss the curb
Taste the cold concrete
Southern Sigils in this hoe
ISVVC on the bumpin' beat 
SLYYE slangin' out the Ford 
Stang you like a bumblebee 
All hail my fuckin' hustle 
Bow down you little bitch 
No respect, I bring the muscle 
Long live this fuckin pimp 
Hoe


Step into my stompin' grounds 
And you are sure to get the shoe 
Stompin' all upon your grave 
And what the fuck you gonna do? 
Slayin' in the first degree 
I’m on a fuckin' murder spree 
Blasted all them bastards with the pump 
Come n get my cheese 
Hollow point slugs at yo mug 
You better duck 
Ridin' slow in the caddy 
With a baddie and the pump 
Step into my deadly stare 
If you wanna try your luck 
Come and get me if you dare 
Bitch I bring the fuckin buck
Once again it’s fuckin' SLYYE 
I will watch you slowly die 
Turn the knife inside your guts
While I look you in the eyes 
Homicide, I gotta slay 
Satisfy this twisted urge 
Grab my axe and the blade 
Lemon bustas I will purge 
Off the muthafuckin' earth 
You’re about to meet the eyes of god 
Once you taste the dirty turf 
When I smack with a rod 
You will fall and cease to breathe 
Submit on your fuckin' knees 
Southern Sigils in this hoe 
All hail this sick regime

ALL ABOUT OUR HOG

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SLYYE X ISVVC - ALL ABOUT OUR HOG

PRODUCED BY PHONKMASTA

SHOUTOUT TO MY NIGGA DEAD HIPPIE 

DEAD HIPPIE:
https://soundcloud.com/dead_hippie666
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2vcOu6KYULYn8vVh1gTsAc

LYRICS:
[DEAD HIPPIE]
I listen sometimes but I don’t 
Sometimes I hate it 
Nigga I know things happen for reasons 
When the lane switch 
Stick around the block like rocks in socks 
I feel this pain it’s
Deeper every time I blink 
I think it’s time to pray jit 
Niggas lookin at me like I’m crazy 
Shit I might be 
A ticking bomb like Erie, Pennsylvania 
In my white tee 
Niggas getting sliced like pizza pie 
Around these night streets
Niggas getting cut like hairlines 
Tryna trife see 
See you in the cut like blood 
Sayin things will fall like a ceiling does 
Somewhere in the fog 
Sailing still upon a killer flood 
Faces in the mud 
Like double cups 
Golden doves in it’s flight 
With broken wings across the sea with trust 
I’m super nova, niggas kosher
Dead then rolling over 
Tryna soak up shit from piece by piece 
And still gonna slow it 
God I pray the Holy Ghost  
Keeps Lil Hippie posted 
My mind been split in two 
I’m steady looking at each shoulder

[SLYYE]
Load my strap it’s time to spaz 
Grab my pistol from the stash
Lock and load it’s time to go 
I’m clicking like a psychopath 
When tote that pole 
You niggas oughta know 
I’m out for blood
Body full of bullet holes 
From the motherfucking slugs 
All I got up in this hell 
Is my ratchet and my nuts 
Paranoia from these voices 
Only telling me to cut 
I don’t wanna hurt these niggas 
But I gotta merk these niggas 
If you run up on me 
Then I’ll take you under dirt nigga 
Sleep deprived hallucinations 
All I see is pentagrams 
Voices from beyond taunting 
Testing me like Abraham 
Twisted evil thoughts from below 
Start to mesmerize 
It’s that devil shit 
Speaking backwards from the afterlife 
Every single night it’s like I’m fighting 
Just to keep my soul 
Blackened are my eyes 
As they roll back and I lose control 
I’ve become disturbed 
From what I’ve come to learn 
You’ll get what you deserve 
And your body will be burned

UNDERWORLD FEAT. DEAD HIPPIE

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lyrics:

fien
for tha muthafuckin green smoke
steady gettin fetti
4 front doors
word to c-note
my time way too expensive
but i always make my fee hoe
she pullin up with the skee slope
so i hit the line like a free throw
now im deep divin
she deep throat
she suck the dick sentimental
i fill the blunt
in the back seat
of that 65 continental
in the center lane
of the 405
blowin killa 
jammin that spitta
I’m ridin round in that
back in time
bitch you ridin round in that rental


candy sittin clean
candy drippin on the floe

hoppin on them d’s
swangin on them 84s
										
wineberry seams
round the leather with the gold																			if you see me on the street
gon and light that fiya smoooooke		


candy sittin clean
candy drippin on the floe

hoppin on them d’s
swangin on them 84s

manifest my dreams
till Im physical no moe

see you movin with the scene
see us movin with the stones

FROM THE VAULT 3

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prod. @mackjunt-sic

Lyrics:

Three hundred
Thirty three scales
Weight it to the tee

Watch it stack
Watch you on another spending spree

Trim the hedges
Y’all the fat
Just some bacon grease

Bigger slice
of the pie
Now Everybody eats


She need Savin like some four ways
She get no Fore play
Might catch a flight to smoke in Norway
I Spit that board game
  
Got that bitch
bangin down
My doorway
I’m not ya soul mate
I ride 1 deep
M Give my thanks
N Paint poetic portraits

You Wonder why you was ignored
Feelings too important
I just wanna ride around in Porsche’s
While lookin gorgeous


Make sure she clean it like some Colgate
Make there’s no stank
That golden silketh
Drape your highness
It could violent
But I stay silent


I’m creepin
Seekin for a freakin
On the weekend
I can tell that she ready to ride
Just by the way that I caught her peepin
So I pull up to her side
And give her the run down of my thinkin
This ghetto dream mentality
Alphabetical alchemy

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Production: https://soundcloud.com/phonkdaplayastation

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