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Black Moon - Son Get Wrec

(Verse)
 This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert
 Yo Reals grab the nine cause it's time to go to work
 Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'me, then I just split 'em
 Besta believe that's the way you should've did him
 Backing niggas down with the heat, feel the flame
 Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain
 I don't give a fuck, I never did, I never will
 A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill
 Which to the point I will extend the trey pound
 Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound
 Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew
 Chilling in the east as I sip on a brew
 Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master
 An individual who blows up because I have to
 Bust mad shots, it's time for me to misbehave
 Whoever doesn't like it we can take it to the grave

 (Chorus 4x)
 SON GET WREC
 SON GET WREC
 SON GET WREC
 It's time for you to represent

 (Verse)
 I'm a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight
 They tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate
 They didn't think I had enough heart to set off the spark
 I'm a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark
 My eyes are bloodshot red
 All the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom
 And not your rule in every state, the war as begun
 I'm about just blow, so pass the hand grenade
 It's time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though
 Plus they will, three slugs through your grill
 The pain you will feel, rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama
You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

 (Chorus 4x)
 SON GET WRECK
 SON GET WRECK
 SON GET WRECK
 It's time for you to represent

 (Verse)
 Spread your wind and prepare to meet your maker
 Fucking with the five, I'm like the average night taker
 Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn
 Where niggas lose they life and they get their shit tooken
 Guilters run it all, don't even try to riff
 Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th
 Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table
 Went home, got the urge to watch a little cable
 Just lay your back, and think about the things that I do
 Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew
 Well my man Due, told me to met him at the spot
 Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot
 Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit
 Put her in the dorm, now she three months pregnant
 Damn it's so real in the heart of buck town
 He'd better think before he dare to fuck around

 (Chorus 4x)
 SON GET WRECK
 SON GET WRECK
 SON GET WRECK
 It's time for you to represent
        

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