HELLS FURY ft. PAPOOSE, Royce da 5'9", CORY GUNZ, RAH DIGGA & DJ KAY SLAY

HELLS FURY ft. PAPOOSE, Royce da 5'9", CORY GUNZ, RAH DIGGA & DJ KAY SLAY - Rj Payne

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[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King I don't think y'all ready for this shit right here Hells Fury Five of the hottest lyricists out here 'bout to set fire to your ass Let's go [Verse 1: Papoose] Who nicer than Papoose? Is this even a convo? Squeezin' the chromes though, leavin' a John Doe Eatin' up y'all flows, we could even the odds though Swingin' the sword slow, stick the knife deep in your heart, hoe You leakin' in sorrow, like O.J., I speed in a Bronco I'm breathin' in all smoke, we could fight, you weak and you soft, bro Leavin' your jaw broke, speed of a Charlo, weavin' a combo Cheap as your car note, got the keys to a condo Don't mean you a boss though 'cause I hear you leasin' it all, hoe Shoot like Ray Allen, Celtics back when he was with Rondo Beatin' a charge though, represent features with Large Pro You sick to your stomach like a dog weepin' with Parvo Y'all some wussy rats, pussy cats, Heathcliff and Mongo I never heard of you but when I unleash with this god flow You gon' make the papers, extra, extra, read it tomorrow Like The Color Purple, feels like I'm readin' a novel So I ask, "Who are you?" like when Squeak was speakin' to Harpo Handguns in the backseat, we let it bang AK in the front like Akademiks' name Peace to Biz Markie, one of the hardest to live Came in this biz' and made his mark, you just a mark in this biz' Peace king, undercover haters And most of 'em only call you king when they want a favor You a bird, I got the thing cocked Wannabe Rick Ross niggas think they fly 'til they got they wings stopped Grupo Frontera 'un x100to' Letra Oficial Y Significado | Verified Grupo Frontera 'un x100to' Letra Oficial Y Significado | Verified [Verse 2: Rah Digga] My niggas let the hammer pop I wield a sword like I'm Lancelot from Camelot, y'all niggas dance a lot LV on the pants and frock I'll make a show of catchin' internet trolls on these streets like Chris Hansen got That boy pleadin' for his life, come get this camera shot Tried to light his ass again, but the handle hot Damn, shit still in the trunk, ain't get the chance to swap Fuck it, put it back in the tuck outside the sandwich spot It's like a bad sitcom you can't stand to watch Got that boy good, too bad I was a fan of ock Fuck it, bring it back to the rappin', already ran the block Jersey shit, niggas don't care if that's your mans or not He gon' get this work, we ain't comin' for no chit-chat Hear that click-clack, better duck behind that shit shack Dependin' on the time of the day, you might get bitch slapped Or you could get sprayed like bitches pullin' they clit back It's crazy in these streets, y'all playin' with the beats I was born into this game, like I was K'Naan or Tariq I'ma say it with my chest, my niggas say it with the heat And you can't tell 'em shit with that ADHD Medusa head all on my shades when I'm look-out Somebody yellin', "Shots" like it's spades at the cookout I'm like, "Goddamn, can't take these niggas nowhere" So when you see me, peace Queen, it's no need to go there Y'nahmean? [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Yeah, yeah, they murder you while they chant purge for me With the scope on this burner, I could do ant surgery Fall in order, we all in water, you can't merge with me Verbally I will murder thee inadvertently, heard of me? Certainly We major, you takin' soldier steps She spent all your check and still ain't blow you yet I give her COVID test, my pedigree is the letter G And only competition I ever see is a better me, so let it be You fuckin' with a psycho hyphen lypo knifin', rifle hikin' That's why you feel like you fightin' a bunch of Michael Tysons Fright you'll hear, the lightnin' strike When I flow cypherin', I blow hydrants Pyro sirens, gyro tyrants, I snap with no chiro license You wanna travel, nigga? Try a morgue You think I'm for the dialogue? Die a frog Really that, I'm buckin' lead at your sacroiliac (Buck) Til' you're fuckin' dead as a necrophiliac I'm usually with the Milli-MAC Defyin' gravity like I could pop a wheelie back These niggas tryin' but I'm really that These shots mandatory, we'll make sure he's fully vaxxed Then make sure he's fully taxed, nigga [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Man, what y'all thought? Y'all thought this shit is over with? Man, we ain't even start yet, man This the true art form of lyricists, man Bringin' this shit back 360 degrees Let's go [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"] These niggas blowin' smoke mad like glass dicks between a fiend's lips We burnin' dope fast, I'll have your whole team green-lit Pass your bruh head around the thread like a seamstress They lookin' to be embraced by other kings, that's why they Queenzflip Baggin' keys, Knicks shit, anything that'll get the clientele To take my liberty back, have figures stack 'case there's a giant bail I was baptized 'fore I was advertised and reformed While these rappers die, I'm watchin' it happen live, Andy