Martyr - Slim The Mobster, Prodigy

Martyr - Slim The Mobster, Prodigy

  • Year of release: 2011
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:49

Below is the lyrics of the song Martyr , artist - Slim The Mobster, Prodigy with translation

Lyrics " Martyr "

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Martyr

Slim The Mobster, Prodigy

Yeah

It’s so hard to look at me face to face

I could taste the fear in your blood

For the love of my squad for the love of the thugga

Ball 'til I foul out

Retaliation and revenge, yeah that’s what I’m about

We could trade war stories we could go to war for it

Just bought automatics and bricks of C-4 for it

Bodies in the storage pussy niggas get extorted

.44 Desert Eagle got about five bodies on it

Makin' my get away

Keep that thing on my waist nigga

Now tell how do you want it

I stay tauntin' the pigs I stay clutchin' my shit

And I’m talkin' like a pimp cause it’s nothing you did, I did it

Bigger than most niggas could ever figure me

Disrespect my Crip and they take on get him

Back against the wall, nigga I fight harder

I take 'em all with me I’m a martyr

I-I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

(You better kill me)

Now who you got a problem with

(I still don’t die)

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

(Forever)

Now who you got a problem with

(Yeah)

I was born for glory

My life a war story

Rebellious child, grew up among the gory

Haunting images of what niggas did

Blood splash on the tree and my Timberlands

All I know is violence, respect it or you check it

Dunn, I’m off without a thought, that’s how you send a message

Roll up, Light it up, smoke 'em like a

You know the time, try me, it’ll be your darkest hour

Show 'em the meaning of power

Prodigy is criminal minded, brilliance, genius

Run all opposition through the fuckin' cleaners

Get washed, I’m Mobb, I’m a terror

A martyr, civilian nigga, I’m a high-ranked spitter

With the rap or the strap

I’m a whale yous a

Drink away my demons that receive the sin

Infamous allegiance the Chief of my Indians

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

I blew myself up

I-I'm on some Martyr shit

Now who you got a problem with

Now who you got a problem with

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