Combat – Danny Brown – letras

Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumpsI don’t give a fuckI could talk a cat off the back of a fish truckTell me, « What’s up? « All about the game, so I’m hunting big buckBig butt, slim waist, and her hair longPass it down to me like a heirloomThe Henny got me wetter than whale pissI die for this shit like ElvisBoss up and shake downGet it jumpin’ like a techno breakdownNight young and we just gettin’ startedLet me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade partyGot smoke, of courseGoin’ up, fireworks on the FourthTake mine, and I do it with forceBeen with this shit since I jumped off the porchUsed to chop grams on my Grandma’s faucetPay me what it costs, I ain’t tryna hear offersTryna play Brown, you be hangin’ with HoffmanCopped a pound and I broke it down in ouncesBust it open like them hoes came inGot more pills than the Olsen twinsFocus, I can see where ocean isKush stankin’ like it broke the windWhat it is, what it is, what you know about?Came a long way from that dope houseWhat it is, what it is, what you know about?Came a long way from the—All I cared about was the stacks and the stageWhen it’s time to re-up, then my partner got his hashAin’t rocket science class, I ain’t tryna pass mathTwelve grams on the scale, watch me do arts and craftsAny day could be my last, livin’ like thatTripped over the crack, crippled by circumstanceNigga gotta face the facts, make this world your ownSun sprinkled light for this mega-marathonTryna live on through my musicThe future influence, the next to do itThe odds are against you, kiddoLife want everything from you, like a divorced widowTryna get it like the next negroWant beef? You gon’ fuck around and end up a vegetableTryna give you a lil’ gameGet some, get locked, get out and back againWhat it is, what it is, what you know about?Came a long way from that dope houseWhat it is, what it is, what you know about?Came a long way from the—It’s a combat zoneEvery fiend, want they ownRed top, blue topGet the green on the blockIt’s a combat zoneEvery fiend, want they ownRed top, blue topGet the green on the blockIt’s a combat zoneTryna get that bagCatch that lick, get that bagIt’s a combat zoneTryna swerve from 12It never fails when you goin’ through HellIt’s a combat zoneCatch that lick real quick (Combat)Get the bag, get the bag, whatchu got?It’s a combat zoneGet that lick real quick (Combat)Get the bag up, and the swag upBefore they call for back upListen, all a nigga wanted was a Chevy on some DaytonsWasn’t thinkin’ ’bout no lawyer, nigga, fuck savin’Didn’t know we’d see them horrors like Wes CravenHook jumpin’ out them vans, throw us on pavementLocked up with dirty white boys, all mustyPrayin’ for probation, hope I get luckyCourt-appointed lawyers, gotta stay coppin’Put you in predicament, but that’s your only optionSink or swim, look at him in the systemJust another nigga, one-way ticket to a prisonTried to help, only hurt in the endHow the fuck ‘posed to take care your kids from the pen’?It’s the life that we chose, friends become foesThat nigga snitched on, everybody knowSome don’t know how to stick to the codeNobody to trust, that’s the way life goesI’ve seen hand grenades (Combat zone)I’ve seen beer… beer-can (Combat) , beer-can bazookas made (Combat zone)Damn things hit you (Combat) , just-just as getting hit with a gun (It’s a combat zone)I’ve seen. 22 zip guns (Combat) , I’ve seen. 38 zip gunsI’ve seen (Combat zone) , I’ll tell youThis about things you think you’d never see on the street I’ve seen (Combat)I’ve seen dynamite on the streetI’ve seen all thisYou’d be surprised, manPretty soon they’re gonna steal the damn atom bomb