Issue No 112 Ny Barbarians Lyrics

The eight look stunning, SMH over Facebook thugging
Sensitive over certain subjects'don't get hurt in public
I will box you, can't fight, good night, I will pop you
Friends like you, who need enemies?
Mysterious gunshot pop like Kennedys
Gray matter on your car seat, I mended your life, big red to a heartbeat
Real do tweet, but real do tweet beef
Investigated like Chief Keef, it's Sean P, I'm just speaking my piece, peace

Don't violate 'cause I'll give your face a cesarean
I'm a big dog, it's one of the '
Rappers, I don't respect none of y'all
J Love, this is Grand Theft for them all
Warrior then, we record anthems
Leave them written in blood like Charles Manson
MOP, all my bitches turnt tight'
Me and my niggas live the thug life
Saratoga, march man, we survive gun fights
I'm the last of a dying bread, before I cry and grieve
I'd rather pick up the iron and squeeze
You fuck with a loud wire, I hit 'em with that fire

It's the Puerto Rican gringo '
Get the fuck out of my face with your'
Tryna pop a hole in your head, something like the Pentagon
Move like Genghis Kahn or trap chickens in the octagon
'hip hop's a royal family, rap's straight insanity
I talk like Kenny Powers, represent New York'
Have your eyes full of blood like the statue'