Street Monopoly Lyrics
| Song | Street Monopoly |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Fear, Love & War |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Delvalle, Grant, Hamilin ... | |
| (9th Prince) | |
| Yoaw! I'm 'bout to torture the phone, the phone piece | |
| Leave it deceased, six feet deep | |
| The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in 'em | |
| Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw | |
| Lord of your majesty and generosity | |
| How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly | |
| Ghetto property, street jeopardy | |
| Death mack celebrities, we pray for war, | |
| like the Russian military | |
| Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete | |
| Stab you like Bloody Mary - I do this for convicts | |
| Takin niggas commisary | |
| Niggas ain't feelin me, I ain't feelin you either | |
| You ain't my brother, FUCK IT! | |
| Let's grab the nines and try to murder each other | |
| MOTHERFUCKER!! | |
| (Dom Pachino) | |
| Yo, millatic mind structure | |
| Dome bone crushers, stone busters, slugs muster | |
| Diamond clusters, don't even trust her | |
| Spanish kid the fun is over, make a party motor | |
| Call ya dojos, this man remind me of a soldier | |
| When I speak words cut air | |
| Stop your breathin, there's a lot of dues required of man | |
| You not recievin sneak, thievin niggas are bleedin | |
| Recievin aid on my V.I. | |
| I had my baby girl boof, via grenade | |
| Fuck around, in the bathroom nigga, you get slain | |
| We got those two there - if you act up there'll be a raid | |
| Razor blades, infected with AIDS | |
| I'd rather be a fat rap cat nigga that's paid | |
| (Chorus - Dom Pachino) 2x | |
| It's past your bedtime | |
| Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck | |
| We don't give a fuck! | |
| Close ya doors, close ya windows, we climb balconies | |
| To make it in this street monopoly | |
| (Killa Sin) | |
| Aiyyo this rap law, clap boars, crack jaws | |
| Snatch drawers, live war, nigga act raw, getcha back torn | |
| Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin 'em | |
| You, light up the skyline, I'm clappin at'cha cranium | |
| Ain't no stoppin my flow, like dominoes drop | |
| Geronimo! Toss him out the Tahoe naughty gotta go | |
| Eighty on the Verizano, hyrdo bottle, mind boggle | |
| Cop sergeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin | |
| Camuoflage Large killas, bitin off ya squad | |
| Get you no love, but die-hard fans might throw slugs | |
| (Islord) | |
| Picture the God gettin caught off guard, that shit is ab-surd | |
| I hold my square down very superb-ly | |
| It be the Islord with the sword | |
| Comin from the barrel of the Staten | |
| And rollin with, five live men | |
| Who got guard-junials on 'em | |
| Word is bond God I'm speakin the truth, the actual fact | |
| Step into my chamber, you get waxed | |
| Wordlife black, I'm mad nice with my life black | |
| Sacrifice the Zulu times twice | |
| For my son, live on the run, no lie ask around | |
| You might got, niggas who might wanna testify 'gainst the kid | |
| They get they biz chopped in half, | |
| and that's just part of my warpath... | |
| (Chorus) 4x |
| zuo qu : Delvalle, Grant, Hamilin ... | |
| 9th Prince | |
| Yoaw! I' m ' bout to torture the phone, the phone piece | |
| Leave it deceased, six feet deep | |
| The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in ' em | |
| Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw | |
| Lord of your majesty and generosity | |
| How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly | |
| Ghetto property, street jeopardy | |
| Death mack celebrities, we pray for war, | |
| like the Russian military | |
| Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete | |
| Stab you like Bloody Mary I do this for convicts | |
| Takin niggas commisary | |
| Niggas ain' t feelin me, I ain' t feelin you either | |
| You ain' t my brother, FUCK IT! | |
| Let' s grab the nines and try to murder each other | |
| MOTHERFUCKER!! | |
| Dom Pachino | |
| Yo, millatic mind structure | |
| Dome bone crushers, stone busters, slugs muster | |
| Diamond clusters, don' t even trust her | |
| Spanish kid the fun is over, make a party motor | |
| Call ya dojos, this man remind me of a soldier | |
| When I speak words cut air | |
| Stop your breathin, there' s a lot of dues required of man | |
| You not recievin sneak, thievin niggas are bleedin | |
| Recievin aid on my V. I. | |
| I had my baby girl boof, via grenade | |
| Fuck around, in the bathroom nigga, you get slain | |
| We got those two there if you act up there' ll be a raid | |
| Razor blades, infected with AIDS | |
| I' d rather be a fat rap cat nigga that' s paid | |
| Chorus Dom Pachino 2x | |
| It' s past your bedtime | |
| Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck | |
| We don' t give a fuck! | |
| Close ya doors, close ya windows, we climb balconies | |
| To make it in this street monopoly | |
| Killa Sin | |
| Aiyyo this rap law, clap boars, crack jaws | |
| Snatch drawers, live war, nigga act raw, getcha back torn | |
| Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin ' em | |
| You, light up the skyline, I' m clappin at' cha cranium | |
| Ain' t no stoppin my flow, like dominoes drop | |
| Geronimo! Toss him out the Tahoe naughty gotta go | |
| Eighty on the Verizano, hyrdo bottle, mind boggle | |
| Cop sergeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin | |
| Camuoflage Large killas, bitin off ya squad | |
| Get you no love, but diehard fans might throw slugs | |
| Islord | |
| Picture the God gettin caught off guard, that shit is absurd | |
| I hold my square down very superbly | |
| It be the Islord with the sword | |
| Comin from the barrel of the Staten | |
| And rollin with, five live men | |
| Who got guardjunials on ' em | |
| Word is bond God I' m speakin the truth, the actual fact | |
| Step into my chamber, you get waxed | |
| Wordlife black, I' m mad nice with my life black | |
| Sacrifice the Zulu times twice | |
| For my son, live on the run, no lie ask around | |
| You might got, niggas who might wanna testify ' gainst the kid | |
| They get they biz chopped in half, | |
| and that' s just part of my warpath... | |
| Chorus 4x |
| zuò qǔ : Delvalle, Grant, Hamilin ... | |
| 9th Prince | |
| Yoaw! I' m ' bout to torture the phone, the phone piece | |
| Leave it deceased, six feet deep | |
| The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in ' em | |
| Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw | |
| Lord of your majesty and generosity | |
| How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly | |
| Ghetto property, street jeopardy | |
| Death mack celebrities, we pray for war, | |
| like the Russian military | |
| Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete | |
| Stab you like Bloody Mary I do this for convicts | |
| Takin niggas commisary | |
| Niggas ain' t feelin me, I ain' t feelin you either | |
| You ain' t my brother, FUCK IT! | |
| Let' s grab the nines and try to murder each other | |
| MOTHERFUCKER!! | |
| Dom Pachino | |
| Yo, millatic mind structure | |
| Dome bone crushers, stone busters, slugs muster | |
| Diamond clusters, don' t even trust her | |
| Spanish kid the fun is over, make a party motor | |
| Call ya dojos, this man remind me of a soldier | |
| When I speak words cut air | |
| Stop your breathin, there' s a lot of dues required of man | |
| You not recievin sneak, thievin niggas are bleedin | |
| Recievin aid on my V. I. | |
| I had my baby girl boof, via grenade | |
| Fuck around, in the bathroom nigga, you get slain | |
| We got those two there if you act up there' ll be a raid | |
| Razor blades, infected with AIDS | |
| I' d rather be a fat rap cat nigga that' s paid | |
| Chorus Dom Pachino 2x | |
| It' s past your bedtime | |
| Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck | |
| We don' t give a fuck! | |
| Close ya doors, close ya windows, we climb balconies | |
| To make it in this street monopoly | |
| Killa Sin | |
| Aiyyo this rap law, clap boars, crack jaws | |
| Snatch drawers, live war, nigga act raw, getcha back torn | |
| Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin ' em | |
| You, light up the skyline, I' m clappin at' cha cranium | |
| Ain' t no stoppin my flow, like dominoes drop | |
| Geronimo! Toss him out the Tahoe naughty gotta go | |
| Eighty on the Verizano, hyrdo bottle, mind boggle | |
| Cop sergeant chasin, we escapin by a narrow margin | |
| Camuoflage Large killas, bitin off ya squad | |
| Get you no love, but diehard fans might throw slugs | |
| Islord | |
| Picture the God gettin caught off guard, that shit is absurd | |
| I hold my square down very superbly | |
| It be the Islord with the sword | |
| Comin from the barrel of the Staten | |
| And rollin with, five live men | |
| Who got guardjunials on ' em | |
| Word is bond God I' m speakin the truth, the actual fact | |
| Step into my chamber, you get waxed | |
| Wordlife black, I' m mad nice with my life black | |
| Sacrifice the Zulu times twice | |
| For my son, live on the run, no lie ask around | |
| You might got, niggas who might wanna testify ' gainst the kid | |
| They get they biz chopped in half, | |
| and that' s just part of my warpath... | |
| Chorus 4x |
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