Pakaveli
Tryumph
Both
Check 2, Colab motherfuckers, Yea Pak and Try, we bussin on ya punk ass bitches all day, patanngggg
We Fuckin Thug lords, we leave ya read and blue
The red for the blood, blue bruises, when ya got hit with a cue,
We fuckin Hustlers, we sell ya shit,
Make you believe, we actually sellin ya the propa kit.
Don’t it go to prove we certified Gangsta’s
While ya dogs out there……..Certified pranksters…hahaah
Try..Umph...motherfucker its that Colorado Stunna...
Yeah, Kwabas up on that grind,
Tryumph is on a mission 2 regain whats mine
pickin up bitches, females so fine
Forget about snitches cause i aint got the time
the countdown begins when am 19
bumpin nas and mob… turned me into a rap fiend
Yeah East Coast West coast Down souf on tha map
Midwest got St. Louie but that Rado aint been tapped
Thats where i come in, i got the rockies on my back
Once yall hear my name (KWABA) yall just stumble back
Now Acknowledge the fact, my words they stroke genius
enlighten sheltered minds on how NoCo, we live dreamless
No sleep bitch....its that 24 hour gamble
while the rest of yall sleep we stay lit like a candle
ready to sneak up on the game, stick and dismantle
my heads as big as pikes peak, its to hard for me to handle
we fightin our way into the mixture of thangs
Give me a beat and let me release my flames (Goin clang clang)
openin this gate into a sick twisted brain
my words reflect years of shit and tweakin in pain
losin my name; rediscovering myself through writings in vain, I claim
im too wild to ever contain, are you going insane mayne
This is Try..umph and this is MY GAME
Next up on the mic pa,k burns all ya dogs with flames
We Fuckin Thug lords, we leave ya read and blue
The red for the blood, blue bruises, when ya got hit with a cue,
We fuckin Hustlers, we sell ya shit,
Make you believe, we actually sellin ya the propa kit.
Don’t it go to prove we certified Gangsta’s
While ya dogs out there……..Certified pranksters…hahaah
Paka…..Westcoast Hustler motherfuckers.
After ya heard Try, u know he on a mission,
From now on, bfore ya hustle ya gotta ask Pakas Permission,
Intermission, will be put on ya life if ya try deception,
So I better mention, that when a menace is lose,
Better hide, cause he more violent than a hooligan on booze,
Like I said, am the hustler of…… WestCoast,
Give me burnt bread; I’ll sell it as if it was French toast,
U know, I have ta do what I have ta do,
With Try on ma side, am gonna leave ya without a clue,
Get a rotted apple, make you believe it’s roast stew,
Even am on a high, had too much crack,
True Hustler always has ta lie, gets caught….Goes on attack,
Now I introduced y’all to my way of live,
Byatch ya learned too much, damn am gonna have ta stab ya wife
And you with ma ……………20 inch knife, byatch.
We Fuckin Thug lords, we leave ya read and blue
The red for the blood, blue bruises, when ya got hit with a cue,
We fuckin Hustlers, we sell ya shit,
Make you believe, we actually sellin ya the propa kit.
Don’t it go to prove we certified Gangsta’s
While ya dogs out there……..just Certified pranksters…hahaah
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