Frukwan Frukwan lyrics

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Frukwan by Frukwan Frukwan lyrics [Chorus x4: Frukwan (Maraj)] Frukwaaaaan.... (ah-ahhh...) [Frukwan] Yo, check it.. My body feels, set the wreck, disconnect, heads from neck Crossin' bones, raid ya home, fuck you thugs and Al Capones Go against me, G? Bring a fuckin' military, G I drop bombs and shit, made to spit, plastered it, blastin' it Rapid fire gladiator, who the fuck am I? Next door neighbor? The illest pursuit, I'm after ya, crashin' ya, harassin' ya Same brother in the store with ya, never thought that I was stalkin' ya Scorpion, Kevorkian, same stable that your horse be in Skip the dirt, enhance my work, cop my purse, defend my turf [Chorus x4] [Frukwan] Yo, I bring chaos, mayhem, crash the wood, rip the hood Niggaz can't rock half as good, phony ass go to Hollywood My recipe's, destiny, fightin' for my ancestry Stand down, admit defeat, catastrophe's, blasphemy Now it's a game with toys and feedin' the young the poison Frukwan, Black Moses, explode like guns and roses Cultivate, amputate, alter states, decapitate Box you in, lock you in, drain brothers from they oxygen What you see, higher degrees, think about before you step to me [Chorus x4] [Frukwan] Yo, the crate is deep, smokin' dust, guns that bust, start to rust Melt the lead, heads are dread, don't give a fuck, what you said Ain't no one protectin' ya, body bags is collectin' ya Raid ya crib, crack ya ribs, hold ya whole fam hostages Psycho with a rifle, poke your ass full of knife holes Attica, massacre, yeah, it's funny when they laugh at ya I road dirt in a black hearst, keep a nine in the black purse Protector of the sector, the real, the resurrector The warlord, the lord of all, bloodshed and pain If anyone care to ask, Frukwan, be the name, yo.. [Chorus x8]

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