A$AP Ferg - Lord (ft. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony)

Lord Lyrics / Paroles

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never had shit
Now I’m ’bout to piss
Wouldn’t throw it at her
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pause, shit told her it wasn’t sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder (chant getting louder)
Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour
Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder
Come fuck with this boogie nigga
Come fuck with this boogie nigga
High fashion consuming nigga
You bbbruck with them booty niggas
Cause you fuck with them booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga
Reincarnation of Master Ferradi
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Dissing up blow the size of my lord
Knowledge was born reside young lord
Trippin’ yourself is no valish young lord
Study your scriptures and follow your God
Life in the trap I know times will get hard
I’ll pick up your life just Abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord

Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord

[Verse 2:Flesh N Bone]

You bout to get it from a general,
I dont know if they can hear me though
Though you niggas (?) try to see me im a criminal
Oh lord once he seen the sight of a skull
Come and (?) make me set it off
Ima bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts im never taking no losses
When your dealing with my crew, A$AP bone yeah we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Im gonna level my charge im damn sure to make it stick
You must be looking to suffer well ima make it quick
Gotta train (?) that’ll make em sick
Im here to wipe em out quicker than a pandemic
Bone came original now they get me can you dig it
Hell yeah they can dig it while im sitting on my throne
Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it, get it, get it

[Verse 3:Bizzy Bone]
Man im running till the end of this
And i dont give a fuck if it was 86′
A muthafucka play me like im cannibis
Im ready for the battle like (?)
Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in
As-salamu alaykum with the bacon
And a little bit of coke i put the (?) in the certified dough
Having anything to do with it we selling it
We (?) smoke and take a toke and ima rake it in
Pillsbury the dough, (?) like im seeking through the soul,
Like im peeping through the soul
But im reaping like the reaper (?) straight to the dro
Creapin’ on em, peeping on em leave em in the zone
They don’t even really know
Looking on em, (?)
For the love of the money you gotta (?) reaping what i sow (?)
For the ending of the row gotta go will i go
When i get it ima know (?)
My caliber lock and load alabaster box when i cock and i crow
Gotta Glock and a bone thug where you wanna flow
To the clock and the time zone
Spirit gon flow all yall niggas dead to the light force cyclops?
Right now when they hydro while im at the wheel no cyro

(Layzie Bone)
Got em stuck in the grave
Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid
A little hustlin’ muthafucka put the brush to the face
Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed
I went from cookin the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows
Gotta book in a day and ima split it with my bros
Gotta get it how we go come melee with the pros
Now im never gon fold watch the bank account grow
If it ain’t about dough then it ain’t about jack
And ima take it like i want it i ain’t giving it back
I get this I (?) to stack and then i get on attack
Im like the tasmanian devil nigga bigger than shaq
Call the reaper get the shovel im a certified rebel in a league of my own
And that’s a whole nother level (?)
I never settle keep the pedal to the metal
When them haters in my rearview hello hello

[Verse: 5 Krayzie Bone]
Burn, baby let it burn,
Now it’s my turn,
Knock a nigga into sense like a hundred thousand viles of sherm,
Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2 minutes,
You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas,
You heard em try to get with it but couldn’t
The quicker than the realest,
Man they think they can get with this,
And I’m a out-rap them, but I’m never gonna be the fuckin’ victim,
Cause I’d rather be the suspect,
Haven’t I given enough yet,
Can’t they understand they ain’t dealing with a punk bitch,
One quick BOOM and it’s murda,
And I’m a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving,
A$AP, but wait a minute,
I’m probably one sickest nigga that ever did it,
I’m in it cause I’m a win it,
I’m a muthufuckin’ lyrical tyrant,
Pivotal giant of this shit,
And I do way more, just twist the words,
You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb,
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shits superb,
I’ll probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb,
So get at me, I’m kinda trigger happy,
When it come to shootin’ my gift,
I’m like a 44 magnum, Stag one
Backin’ em up, body bag full of niggas,
Wack raps, that’s wack, so I’m stackin’ em up,
Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda for em,
Murderous poet, I create a bloody murda poem,
So when they run up on me nigga be ready to show em
Redrum redrum redum rum rum

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