Closed Session Lyrics
| Song | Closed Session |
| Artist | Dilated Peoples |
| Album | Neighborhood Watch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Green, Johnson, Oroc ... | |
| Verse 1 (Skandalous) | |
| Motherfuckers they wanna test me | |
| Pull out the blunt nigga | |
| I'll wreck your shit | |
| I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit | |
| Don't know who to trust with my shit | |
| I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with | |
| Who you stepping with, | |
| Skandalous fucking dangerous | |
| Bitches brains | |
| I bust, feel the lust in | |
| God we trust | |
| Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to | |
| God cause you done lost your grace | |
| Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face | |
| I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? | |
| As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead | |
| Never ask forgiveness told the | |
| Lord to give me grace | |
| You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face | |
| Blood all over the place | |
| I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping | |
| I know my destiny cause | |
| I can hear the devil knocking | |
| I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe | |
| I numb them bodies and play my fucking game | |
| I sold my soul at an early age | |
| And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage | |
| My eyes in a daze | |
| Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep | |
| I see the visions coming | |
| Is juices running when ya done in | |
| Fear only make me curious, | |
| I'll never be afraid | |
| But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga theydead | |
| Crack scarfs for my fucking glory | |
| Talking shit up in my territory | |
| Another day another world's sad story | |
| Verse 2 (Steph) | |
| Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block | |
| Pop pop goes the glock | |
| I bring more nightmare than | |
| HitchcockGet ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard | |
| Its your final call bitch | |
| I'll smoke you like menthol | |
| Fuck all you bitches | |
| I'm putting you in them bodybags | |
| Tagging toes, nigga drive slow | |
| Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese | |
| Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues | |
| Freeze your whole coalition | |
| Strapped with ammunition | |
| Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads | |
| This figure from head to toe | |
| Labeled as a | |
| Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your | |
| Lexus door | |
| But fuck it | |
| I'm through with the fairytales | |
| Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail | |
| Who gone prevail when | |
| I exhale on you small scale | |
| Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers | |
| Spit the facts | |
| I'm bout the | |
| Lex and the | |
| AcMy verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat | |
| You hoes ain't fucking with that | |
| Or this, cause | |
| I piss on competition | |
| And have all you hoes in submission | |
| Trying to recondition your stilo | |
| Lyrical nino | |
| I sling rhymes like kilos> | |
| From here to | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| One other sequel from the infamous unseen | |
| Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine | |
| Verse 3 (Mia X) | |
| Cause she up to schemes | |
| Tired of chasing apple pie dreams | |
| Mint greens is all | |
| I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than | |
| April showers | |
| Followe by your second line of flowers | |
| I devour competition, causing complete submissions | |
| Cooks more dope in my kitchen | |
| Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls | |
| Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed | |
| Boss chick you don't want to see her | |
| Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters | |
| Mia's right and left well known with the clout | |
| To wire your mouth, knock your grill out | |
| That's what this here be bout | |
| So you can doubt what | |
| I'm saying and run that lip | |
| Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit | |
| Too much to deal with | |
| I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man | |
| And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands | |
| My flow so grand it make the beats say damn | |
| Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler | |
| But I sees nothing but dollars | |
| Feminist power | |
| My lyrics knocking like a | |
| KL beatIt be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her | |
| Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4 | |
| How they still need a ladder to face this hoe | |
| For sure, cause | |
| I be living for the drama | |
| The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion | |
| Shop closed |
| zuo ci : Davis, Green, Johnson, Oroc ... | |
| Verse 1 Skandalous | |
| Motherfuckers they wanna test me | |
| Pull out the blunt nigga | |
| I' ll wreck your shit | |
| I' m out that window with my 44, another fucking hit | |
| Don' t know who to trust with my shit | |
| I' m in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with | |
| Who you stepping with, | |
| Skandalous fucking dangerous | |
| Bitches brains | |
| I bust, feel the lust in | |
| God we trust | |
| Nigga I' m at your door, don' t pray to | |
| God cause you done lost your grace | |
| Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face | |
| I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? | |
| As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead | |
| Never ask forgiveness told the | |
| Lord to give me grace | |
| You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face | |
| Blood all over the place | |
| I' m counting the fucking bodies dropping | |
| I know my destiny cause | |
| I can hear the devil knocking | |
| I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe | |
| I numb them bodies and play my fucking game | |
| I sold my soul at an early age | |
| And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage | |
| My eyes in a daze | |
| Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep | |
| I see the visions coming | |
| Is juices running when ya done in | |
| Fear only make me curious, | |
| I' ll never be afraid | |
| But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga theydead | |
| Crack scarfs for my fucking glory | |
| Talking shit up in my territory | |
| Another day another world' s sad story | |
| Verse 2 Steph | |
| Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block | |
| Pop pop goes the glock | |
| I bring more nightmare than | |
| HitchcockGet ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard | |
| Its your final call bitch | |
| I' ll smoke you like menthol | |
| Fuck all you bitches | |
| I' m putting you in them bodybags | |
| Tagging toes, nigga drive slow | |
| Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese | |
| Slanging oz' s and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues | |
| Freeze your whole coalition | |
| Strapped with ammunition | |
| Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads | |
| This figure from head to toe | |
| Labeled as a | |
| Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your | |
| Lexus door | |
| But fuck it | |
| I' m through with the fairytales | |
| Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail | |
| Who gone prevail when | |
| I exhale on you small scale | |
| Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers | |
| Spit the facts | |
| I' m bout the | |
| Lex and the | |
| AcMy verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat | |
| You hoes ain' t fucking with that | |
| Or this, cause | |
| I piss on competition | |
| And have all you hoes in submission | |
| Trying to recondition your stilo | |
| Lyrical nino | |
| I sling rhymes like kilos | |
| From here to | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| One other sequel from the infamous unseen | |
| Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine | |
| Verse 3 Mia X | |
| Cause she up to schemes | |
| Tired of chasing apple pie dreams | |
| Mint greens is all | |
| I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know50' s this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than | |
| April showers | |
| Followe by your second line of flowers | |
| I devour competition, causing complete submissions | |
| Cooks more dope in my kitchen | |
| Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls | |
| Ya' ll wants to floss but get setup tied down and tossed | |
| Boss chick you don' t want to see her | |
| Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters | |
| Mia' s right and left well known with the clout | |
| To wire your mouth, knock your grill out | |
| That' s what this here be bout | |
| So you can doubt what | |
| I' m saying and run that lip | |
| Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit | |
| Too much to deal with | |
| I' m still a bitch that' be' s designer down stay scheming on the man | |
| And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands | |
| My flow so grand it make the beats say damn | |
| Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler | |
| But I sees nothing but dollars | |
| Feminist power | |
| My lyrics knocking like a | |
| KL beatIt be that shedevil that below sea level bitch you can' t see her | |
| Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5' 4 | |
| How they still need a ladder to face this hoe | |
| For sure, cause | |
| I be living for the drama | |
| The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion | |
| Shop closed |
| zuò cí : Davis, Green, Johnson, Oroc ... | |
| Verse 1 Skandalous | |
| Motherfuckers they wanna test me | |
| Pull out the blunt nigga | |
| I' ll wreck your shit | |
| I' m out that window with my 44, another fucking hit | |
| Don' t know who to trust with my shit | |
| I' m in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with | |
| Who you stepping with, | |
| Skandalous fucking dangerous | |
| Bitches brains | |
| I bust, feel the lust in | |
| God we trust | |
| Nigga I' m at your door, don' t pray to | |
| God cause you done lost your grace | |
| Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face | |
| I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? | |
| As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead | |
| Never ask forgiveness told the | |
| Lord to give me grace | |
| You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face | |
| Blood all over the place | |
| I' m counting the fucking bodies dropping | |
| I know my destiny cause | |
| I can hear the devil knocking | |
| I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe | |
| I numb them bodies and play my fucking game | |
| I sold my soul at an early age | |
| And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage | |
| My eyes in a daze | |
| Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep | |
| I see the visions coming | |
| Is juices running when ya done in | |
| Fear only make me curious, | |
| I' ll never be afraid | |
| But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga theydead | |
| Crack scarfs for my fucking glory | |
| Talking shit up in my territory | |
| Another day another world' s sad story | |
| Verse 2 Steph | |
| Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block | |
| Pop pop goes the glock | |
| I bring more nightmare than | |
| HitchcockGet ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard | |
| Its your final call bitch | |
| I' ll smoke you like menthol | |
| Fuck all you bitches | |
| I' m putting you in them bodybags | |
| Tagging toes, nigga drive slow | |
| Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese | |
| Slanging oz' s and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues | |
| Freeze your whole coalition | |
| Strapped with ammunition | |
| Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads | |
| This figure from head to toe | |
| Labeled as a | |
| Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your | |
| Lexus door | |
| But fuck it | |
| I' m through with the fairytales | |
| Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail | |
| Who gone prevail when | |
| I exhale on you small scale | |
| Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers | |
| Spit the facts | |
| I' m bout the | |
| Lex and the | |
| AcMy verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat | |
| You hoes ain' t fucking with that | |
| Or this, cause | |
| I piss on competition | |
| And have all you hoes in submission | |
| Trying to recondition your stilo | |
| Lyrical nino | |
| I sling rhymes like kilos | |
| From here to | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| One other sequel from the infamous unseen | |
| Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine | |
| Verse 3 Mia X | |
| Cause she up to schemes | |
| Tired of chasing apple pie dreams | |
| Mint greens is all | |
| I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know50' s this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than | |
| April showers | |
| Followe by your second line of flowers | |
| I devour competition, causing complete submissions | |
| Cooks more dope in my kitchen | |
| Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls | |
| Ya' ll wants to floss but get setup tied down and tossed | |
| Boss chick you don' t want to see her | |
| Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters | |
| Mia' s right and left well known with the clout | |
| To wire your mouth, knock your grill out | |
| That' s what this here be bout | |
| So you can doubt what | |
| I' m saying and run that lip | |
| Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit | |
| Too much to deal with | |
| I' m still a bitch that' be' s designer down stay scheming on the man | |
| And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands | |
| My flow so grand it make the beats say damn | |
| Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler | |
| But I sees nothing but dollars | |
| Feminist power | |
| My lyrics knocking like a | |
| KL beatIt be that shedevil that below sea level bitch you can' t see her | |
| Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5' 4 | |
| How they still need a ladder to face this hoe | |
| For sure, cause | |
| I be living for the drama | |
| The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion | |
| Shop closed |
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