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Yeah New York City Yeah (Heatmakerz, Crack Music) I'm back It's a twenty-v-one man army These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all that I was back now, gotta pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley, ayo Shoulder tacklin', bustin' jets off Mama raised a soldier, I raised the bar, wipe the rust off Hear my shots way from afar, whenever I buss off Like a .44 bulldog, poppin' y'all ears off Took some years off, thought somehow my shit would wear off Like who the fuck lied? I'm hollerin' at the sky "I'm ready God" Call the Air Force, they still waitin' on my reply So I went, you sendin' shots direct, you make sure he die There's a fire inside of this air soul The flow is more flammable than aerosol Put a light in to it, and the can blow I'm too hot to handle, they ain't know Joe Stallone, that shit like Rambo The silver tongue Sly Sylvester, apply pressure The suit's double-breasted, linen, no polyester Hoppin' out the limo, stickin' middle fingers out the window Fuck a kind gesture, when it come to bars, I got you niggas in limbo Letras de cancionesMicrophone checker (Uh-huh), homewrecker Better check your mate, I'm playin' chess with you, not checkers Set the record straight, I'm at your breast plate, you niggas bench weight Niggas bleed just like us, so get your men straight So I can really put you men on pause Like dog feet tell me now, who's ready for war? Bitch, bitch, ah, bitch, ah, bitch Ayo, look It's a twenty-v-one man army Niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all that I was back now, y'all pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley, look This a twenty-v-one man army These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all that I was back now, y'all pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Har-, ayo Now, how I set the scene up as ominous Painted pictures with your blood like Marina Abramović I'm like Michelangelo with a brush of Van Gogh Slide the door, paint your house and watch the black van go Somebody gotta die, I'm just illustratin' my pain I'm spillin' nail feelings, this for sure leave a stain, ah I swear I don't mean to smear your campaign It's a damn shame if you can't see what I'm portrayin', aight How many body bags a nigga finna pile up? Just my luck, ready for the smoke, in fact, I'm fired up I got they notification, and now I finna slide up They tryna touch the crown, here, I got some fades lined up They mind struck, tell 'em step them rhymes up, slime Know I'm worth y'all time, but y'all just ain't worth mine Nobody knows your name kid, but I know what your aim is I shoot you, I'm brainless, you shoot me, you famous It's a twenty-v-one man army (Army) Niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey (Garvey) Told y'all that I was back now, y'all pardon me (Pardon myself) I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley, look This a twenty-v-one man army (Yeah) These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey (Garvey) Told y'all that I was back now, y'all pardon me (Pardon myself) I set the bar high like a fuckin' Har-, ayo (Enough) Yeah, nigga, shit like that, yeah (Shit it's light) Respect that, huh? Check the background, you can see I'm with all the action (I'm with all that) 2025, all the way live, pardon my back, bitch Grrt, I'm back From Letras Mania