paroles de chanson Pump Your Fist - Cappadonna
Uhh,
yeah,
what,
uhh,
yeah
Darts
of
armored
warfare,
Deep
the
rhyme
Caprice
Deep
in
levels,
alibi
havin
rebel
could
play
This
competition
for
pounds
in
the
state
of
permission
Conversation
bout
this
kid
Killa
Bamz
You
want
defense,
man
to
man,
location
Shaolin
New
York
It
ain't
nuthin
to
talk
or
walk
Get
dark
son,
economic
times
to
fault
Style
is
mangohead
stagnated
from
soft
What
the
fuck
you
thought,
we
was
given
support?
Live
from
Beatdown,
Shaolin
success,
bypass
the
rest
Move
sixty
deep,
Dutch
with
the
charm
One
hundred,
twenty
arms,
designed
to
unleash
bombs
Holdin
dart
guns
in
palms
One
hundred
divine
cyphers,
Killa
Bamz
I
pack
the
dart
gun
hate
to
see
another
death
in
the
fam
Uhh,
yeah,
what
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
(Tekitha)
Y'all
confused
and
amusing,
transfusion
I'm
bruising
Meth-Tical
illusions,
salutin
my
blade
Tongue
blade
of
fury,
nurse
the
wound
leary
weary
Teary
fear
me,
clearly,
the
pearl
drop
Time
stop,
holdin
shop,
shockwave
be
brave
Ghetto
came
style
is
maim
out
to
lunch
Out
to
crunch
munch
rhyme
foods,
my
life
reflect
the
jewel
My
life
control
the
cruise,
ten
deadly
touches
too
Grip
the
Dutches
move,
swing
rough
to
cut
ya
Is
the
one
to
seek
philosophy
in
crutches
You
disbelieve,
in
the
T
Truth
Equal
King
Islam
Truth
Heard
Alive,
TEKITHA
Bust
the
cypher
on
the
Gods,
bust
the
cypher
on
the
Gods
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
(Cappadonna)
Vanglorious
darts,
brown
skinned
with
the
pen
Pioneer
shift
from
the
beginning
to
the
end
Whatever
I
do,
y'all
imitate
--
try
to
come
close
But
can't
come
straight;
I
branch
out
Terrorize
scenes,
split
tracks,
split
hats
Bare
facts,
guns,
crazy
funds,
a
thousand
sons
That'll
rain
on
your
gang,
you're
too
plain
My
dope
is
uncut,
high
level
high
like
a
plane
Bigger
bite
bigger
mic
underground
beneath
these
streets
W-T-C,
leaky
leak
Time
meet,
Chi
meet,
ain't
nuttin
sweet
Pakistan,
Iran
clan
is
like
Christ
Word
to
Poltergeist,
smash
every
tape
Deep
thoughter,
out
of
order,
off
Seven
thirty,
bugged
like
psycho
from
the
Bronx
Wild
like
fat
pen
child
to
be
the
rap
Lawrence
Martin
Eyes
like
lills,
mescaline
pills
Three
bills
worth
of
darts,
pump
the
heart
Bottom
of
the
chart,
slug
art
closin
you
in
once
again
It's
the
all
time
great,
demonstrate,
vocabulary
execution
Executive
approachin,
Tang
a
demonstration
Pillage
Incorporated,
first
place
A
thai
clean
like
a
plant,
eight
time
writer
champ
Lamp
on
the
beatbreak,
camp
ons
Cheat
on
producers,
men
go
working
Rhymes
make
a
mill-in,
born
Park
Hill'n
Internal
lyrics,
expose
the
profane
Vote
for
Cappadonna
and
your
whole
life'll
change
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
Pump
up
your
fist
if
you
love
this
shit
1 Slang Editorial
2 Pillage
3 Run
4 Blood on Blood War
5 Supa Ninjaz
6 MCF
7 Splish Splash
8 Oh-Donna
9 Milk The Cow
10 South of the Border
11 Check For A Nigga
12 Dart Throwing
13 Young Hearts
14 Everything Is Everything
15 Pump Your Fist
16 Black Boy
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