Back 2 Da Wall
CHORMATIC!
Linkin' with da Cuban
Yeah, Mr. Lickashot Don Q
Golden Swagga, Ya Heard
You know how we stompin', straight from the Bronx
All around the world
They don't really wanna, ya know, get me caught, ya know
They don't want to see me with my muthafuckin' back to da wall
With my back to da wall
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
When my backs to da wall, that's when I happen to brawl
The best and start crackin' them jaws
Grabbin' that mac I was pack in the back of the acc
And start clappin it off, then go laugh it off
Nigga ya heard me, you ain't worthy of gettin' my mercy
This ain't a game, remember my name is the same as the chain
That came from the place that they birthed me
Cuban the Link, fuck what you think
You just a puppet, who's stuck on a string
With nothing to bring, up to the ring
I'm really cut from the cloth of a king
So shut the fuck up and get under the wing
Like your supposed to, dolgier, nobody knows ya
You're doing the most like a Troll
Now them toasters gotta expose ya
And make you a poster, then send out a rose
To those that know ya, as we propose a
Costa nostra toast to show your ghost some closure
Thought that I told ya, I'm not gonna fold or bend
I go to the end, for dolo manolo
With all of my ten toes down on the ground I defend
With my back to the wall
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
Como Hector Lavoe, yo soy el cantante
El diamante de Trenton, cegando falsantes
Fuck tu caracter, maleante de implante
Despues que los cojen, se mete a informante
Indyo llego, matandolo a to
El mundo es mio, y me quedo con to
Chromatico, que te paso
Salte del trono, que aqui vengo yo, ugh
Dime que te pasa a ti, tu no quieres combatir
Contra este MC, yo te voy a desir
Lo que va a pasar, yo me quedo aqui
Y tu te va a marchar, por la bara puerco
Yo te voy a pasar, tu navidad
Acaba de llegar, Puerto Rico y Cuba
Tu muerte es segura, nos vamos a la guerra
Yo no fumo hooka, la rubia, las puta
La que a mi me gusta, te pones pendejo
Y te parto en la nuka, sembrando el terror
Como Tony Montana, fumando Kush
Desde por la manana
Estos cabrones, que hablan y hablan
Se pasa ladrando, pero no hacen nada
Straight out of Worchester
No te confundas, estos raperos pendejos, se frustran
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
Linkin' with da Cuban
Yeah, Mr. Lickashot Don Q
Golden Swagga, Ya Heard
You know how we stompin', straight from the Bronx
All around the world
They don't really wanna, ya know, get me caught, ya know
They don't want to see me with my muthafuckin' back to da wall
With my back to da wall
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
When my backs to da wall, that's when I happen to brawl
The best and start crackin' them jaws
Grabbin' that mac I was pack in the back of the acc
And start clappin it off, then go laugh it off
Nigga ya heard me, you ain't worthy of gettin' my mercy
This ain't a game, remember my name is the same as the chain
That came from the place that they birthed me
Cuban the Link, fuck what you think
You just a puppet, who's stuck on a string
With nothing to bring, up to the ring
I'm really cut from the cloth of a king
So shut the fuck up and get under the wing
Like your supposed to, dolgier, nobody knows ya
You're doing the most like a Troll
Now them toasters gotta expose ya
And make you a poster, then send out a rose
To those that know ya, as we propose a
Costa nostra toast to show your ghost some closure
Thought that I told ya, I'm not gonna fold or bend
I go to the end, for dolo manolo
With all of my ten toes down on the ground I defend
With my back to the wall
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
Como Hector Lavoe, yo soy el cantante
El diamante de Trenton, cegando falsantes
Fuck tu caracter, maleante de implante
Despues que los cojen, se mete a informante
Indyo llego, matandolo a to
El mundo es mio, y me quedo con to
Chromatico, que te paso
Salte del trono, que aqui vengo yo, ugh
Dime que te pasa a ti, tu no quieres combatir
Contra este MC, yo te voy a desir
Lo que va a pasar, yo me quedo aqui
Y tu te va a marchar, por la bara puerco
Yo te voy a pasar, tu navidad
Acaba de llegar, Puerto Rico y Cuba
Tu muerte es segura, nos vamos a la guerra
Yo no fumo hooka, la rubia, las puta
La que a mi me gusta, te pones pendejo
Y te parto en la nuka, sembrando el terror
Como Tony Montana, fumando Kush
Desde por la manana
Estos cabrones, que hablan y hablan
Se pasa ladrando, pero no hacen nada
Straight out of Worchester
No te confundas, estos raperos pendejos, se frustran
You know I'm coming out swinging, I'm ready for war
I got a glock with a beam and it's aiming at you
You see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin me putting my back 2 da wall
Leanin', Kareemin' when I post on the block
Deamons, Schemin', though they want me to drop
Yeah, you see my life and you wonder how much it would cost
You really tryin' me puttin' my back 2 da wall
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Writer(s): Ivan Quiles
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