€£~Pacco Hallelujah to the stree...
• Written by EL-Pacco
(Intro)
Fuck it we maken all these shhmoney moves men
Shhmoney dancen all in the bank and shit!
Fuck boy I can't be stop! This forever ! This for eternity ! On god !
My nigga I don't care ! Fall down 7 times ya ass better get up 8
What's happen'n look we going make it happen like let's geeetttt it!!!
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I'm backkk like I never left
Really wit the shit like ahhh
Born in the new school but it's like I got a old heart
Stick always beside me even when I'm sitting down like a old fart
We was thrown bullets like darts
On point like bullseye
left em wit a bullet between they eyes
So if a niggas was given me that left eye
They gots to be got, ON GOD
I'm send em to where left eye reside
Same niggas told me RUN UP
We was doing walk ups
Mac 10 & Mac 11 tuck in the Canadian goose
One that spit like Remy!
And one that spit like papoose
Mind on the money! From Monday to Monday
Bread head that got a fedish for lout
Had to cut off some puss ass niggas from the root
Roots track suit Sliden on these cute MOFUCKAS
All black hoody compliment these all black timberland boots
Chaos what I bring! Murder gang these pootangs Like it ant no biggie y'all
Look at the way they on my balls, regardless I'm a do my thing, that's word to biggie smalls
baby doll, smoken blunts like I ant got the patience son
Stunt 101 my gs the unit I became a nuisance
Crazy how a nigga became the shit
Like smell me, ya smell that shit boy
I'm that newscent, catch me ZOOMN IN A NEW BENZ
no new friends! Friends turn to frienemies so I don't do friends
Niggas I'll switch up quick
These fuckers doom wit this brand new stick
Two toned like panda, panda, panda
I ant fooled by these fools propaganda
Let em all bite the bullet since they wanna assume shit
The hurt real, so real! My nigga it hurts still
Knives in my back from my niggas
I ant no longer cool wit
Please explain to me! What the fuck a face off
When half a niggas face off
Close casket, case close
Murder keep calling, ringing up my phone
Strait to voice mail, Pacco kill 2 birds wit 1 stone
I'm a stone cold killer, jack the thriller
Like name who Iller before the 187
I let the ak 47 give em a nuggy man
I got killers in Denver that il stretch niggas for a nugget
For that budget I got savages that I'll slaughter your whole family like fuckk it
We leave ur members dis members
Leave em a memory or leave em with some thang to remember
Off the rip! Off you shit! It's lights out wit your punk ass
Wrong nigga to fuck wit(the after math)
Whole lot of Blood baths
In love wit the money like all I do is huge cash
Money moves wit my thug ass
MONEY, POWER, RESPECT
ON GOD! ON WANT IT ALL MANN
THESE FRUADS!
HATE TO SEE A NIGGA BALL MAN
THEY ENVY A NIGGA BALL ALL IN BALLMANN
So I ball more! When I hit the mall I cop ur thang in store
Now I'm that nigga that got it lock like what you in for
Living the dream as shawty scream as I slide in the dick more
Fantastic wit the 4 like it ant a THING to STRETCH a nigga wit that torch
El Pacco my name represents DOOMS DAY
dirt nap! Lay where them tomb lay
They was maken bets on my life, till I left em all a mess(MISERY)
They don't want too see a nigga from the projects BALL OUT
Candy man I ant that type a nigga you wanna call out
Military mind Moven complex
These niggas cut throat and we v neck
Online thugs gangsta all over the internet
Same PUSSYS that freeze up!
Once they get G check by this tec
They Tried to get rid of me,
sick to they stomach the way I made em sick of me
Divide and conquer! Free big meech
They Violated my rights as a human being
Tried to silence me by taken away my freedom to speak
Like what happen to the freedom of speech
Poetic justice I ant rappen this poetry
They over looked me!
Look now they got to see a G travel these 7 seas
Ballin in different contents, fuckn bitches from different counties
Extreme living measurers, found my self living under these extreme pleasures
The math looked hard till I found out it was simple mathematics
Why the hood flooded wit drugs and addicts
Why they labeled us the thugs
Jail houses jam packed wit low in come criminals
I barley know millionaires that need piss in a cup ur month
Smile on my face! I'm just being blunt as I spark my blunt
Look and notice they set us up! They was to keep us down by not letting us up
So we lead to be stuck in our ways, blinded by our own sins like oh gosh
The government through some blacks in the white wash and left the rest brain wash
I had visions of maken big money wit Young money
Smoken a blunt wit Weezy Wee
Having conversation wit drake and jeezy
A bad ass nigga wit some bad ass figures like go figure
murdering the tracks wit boosie boo would be bad ass nigga
You could catch me hoppn out a fast car wit a bad bitch, wit a phat ass nigga
I had friends turn 2 frienemies, they was in they feelings like a sad ass nigga
All my savages living heavenly
Before I woke up from my dreams
I was sippn lean wit pimp c
Spoke to the rap prophets in my sleep
Exchanged some powerful words with tupac
Nah they where more like prophecies
While we was sippn Hennessy
Chistopher Wallace walk over and over handed the 12 crack commandments
Then I woke up beside my 2 cannons
I'm flawless Try to judge my by my flaws
This that real hip hop Word to nas! All I need is 1 mic to make all they head nod
I propose as a threat, hot as a marage
Pacco fill up hospital beds, put your life on PUASE
I turn into a sicko wit the pen
A nigga that only 5'10 no longer need to body niggas wit that FN
It's boombayash, WE RAISED UP ON MURDA
SO MURDA THE CUASE
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
We don't sneak diss
THEM niggas is a waste a breath
Nah nah nah
We don't sneak diss
Them niggas a waste a breath
Fly that Pussy boys face off
How I confront mine Wit a flat line
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EL-Pacco
Member since November 30 2017