99 Avirex - Westside Gunn/Stove God Cooks.mp3

[00:03.874][Intro: Stove God Cooks]
[00:06.419]Uh
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[00:08.964][Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
[00:13.495]Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
[00:20.223]Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
[00:26.731]Killed my young nigga,
[00:27.865]was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—)
[00:33.527]Feds kicked the door,
[00:34.664]this the realest shit I never wrote
[00:38.063](This the realest shit I never wrote)
[00:40.334]Sun shinin' on my Black skin
[00:42.598]Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
[00:45.995]We was all broke, past tеnse, now we dance, bricks
[00:49.120]Hеrmès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)
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[00:51.380][Verse 1: AZ]
[00:53.361]Young, Black and belligerent back in them tenements
[00:55.060]Backtrackin' my innocence, crack was the genesis
[00:58.467]G-packs and Guinnesses, macks on the premises
[01:03.284]All I envision is stacks when I reminisce
[01:06.690]In the mix is mood swings, you do things
[01:09.819]Chasin' cheddar, better lace your shoe strings
[01:13.220]Few scheme, others hate, in other states
[01:16.345]Your circle wrong, cases form another shape
[01:20.035]Off the blake and set aside, look what arrived
[01:22.867]Mobb Deep presence with my mother eyes, I come alive
[01:26.553]Undenied is GOAT status, the most dappest
[01:29.674]From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic
[01:33.570]Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead
[01:35.561]Trav did a twelve in the feds with my coke head
[01:39.249]Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary
[01:42.937]To **** the world, you gotta switch it from missionary
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[01:45.766][Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
[01:46.333]Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
[01:52.771]Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
[01:59.560]Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—)
[02:06.086]Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
[02:10.612](This the realest shit I never wrote)
[02:13.442]Sun shinin' on my Black skin
[02:15.414]Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
[02:18.814]We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks
[02:21.938]Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10
[02:24.491](This the realest shit I never wrote, ayo)
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[02:25.913][Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
[02:26.195]Made two fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah)
[02:30.732]Hater actin', man down at the Whitney (Ah)
[02:33.567]Pissy staircases, pissy elevators, namesakes faded
[02:39.432]Pray that my new dope spot don't get raided
[02:41.987]Bricks look so good, I didn't want to break it
[02:45.108]You ain't ever spent a quarter mil' in dope money on a painting
[02:49.362]Pacin' with the Draco
[02:51.630]My Rollie looked out of date, I spit in your mama face
[02:55.036]The Langerfield sofa match the Prada drapes, shoppin' ace
[02:58.435]Chop a kid finger off, you no compensate,
[03:00.983]you know how I operate (Ah)
[03:02.689]Told my Spanish plug meet at The Monterey, ándale
[03:06.099]Started weighin' at the Days Inn
[03:08.370]Some homies shinin', some homies blazin'
[03:11.781]Spent seven hundred on jewels, my neck amazing
[03:15.183]Rest in peace Chine Gun, rest in peace Bacon (Ah)
[03:18.021][Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
[03:19.155]Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
[03:25.611]Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
[03:32.143]Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—)
[03:38.960]Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
[03:43.781](This the realest shit I never wrote)
[03:45.486]Sun shinin' on my Black skin
[03:48.031]Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
[03:51.152]We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks
[03:54.559]Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)
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[04:02.198][Outro]
[04:17.508]Griselda by Fashion Rebels