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Ese 40'Z
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Balas Rain
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
(Ese 40'z Verse One)
Bucking em down with the quickness, sickness
light cha up like a fucking match
ready to ride for the shit I believe in
I'm hitting that weed till my lungs collapse
hitting that four oh, O-E, evil minded villain on the motherfucking trigger
watching all the snakes in the grass go and slither
freezing in the dark, make a dead body shiver
5-Oh-5 was the area code, in the T-Town spot where the clips unload
chillin like a tiny psycho villain getting blowed
living grimy, rifle drilling, known to make a barrel glow
creep in the calles enemies lick a shot
rolling through the Pecos Valle where we known to pick a block
light it up with a Kay, light it up with a glock
let the fucking barrel spark when we busting on a spot
ducking from the cops when I mash on the gas
got the cocktail bomb then the homie lit the rag
and he threw it at the house, I'm enchanted by the flames
cuete shots rang out steady dumping on these lames
fuck a witness, gotta hit a spot
feel the balas 'Shuma wada mus villish not'
I got homies down to buck put the murder on the block
twenty five kay pay pull the burner kill a cop
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
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Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
I got that light, that say goodnight
it's flashing bright, gun powder spite, they taking flight
my bullets write, so many tales, ballistic clues
socks on my shoes, them latex gloves, I thought you knew
no twenty twos, just kays and glocks, jump start the blocks
rewinding clocks, shells out the box, so fuck the cops
cuz this nonstop, it's in my chorus, them grimy slums, let balas rain
so fuck these perras, who bump they gums, dem rot in pain
we play for keeps, whenever it's bets
always on the creep, put that ass to sleep on uhh, 'neveh heh dey wetz'
you fucking with death, I'm on that hydro, mish for survival
so fuck my rivals, with them rifles, we homicidal, don't need no idols
call me 'Forties' reverse that 'Seedorf'
no stem for me cough, hit a blunt, exhale and breath soft
write verse to read off..
(Ese 40'z)
No I do not mind, to make them balas fly
No I do not mind, to make them balas fly
No I do not mind, to make them balas fly
No I do not mind, to make them balas fly
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
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