Straight Out Da Slums Akkorde von
Eddie Matos

N/A•

Verse 1

Knock knock who is it yo?

Open up the door,

I represent where I come from

Straight out the slums,

knock knock who is it yo?

Open up the door,

I represent where I come from

Straight out the slums,

knock knock who is it yo?

Open up the door,

I represent where I come from

Straight out the slums,

knock knock who is it yo?

Open up the door,

I represent where I come from

Straight out the slums

And yo remember this face on the

train doing stick ups?

So hand me your money nice and slow,

get lit up

And kill that noise that you will

see my face again

catch a nasty buck fifty from your

ear to your chin

that's my lifestyle the

way i was brought up

this dude tried to run my mom's

shoes and got shot up

since the age of 10 i've

immortalized niggas

baptized with rum no father that figures

why they call me nasty dirty ass

bastard i'll stuff you in a casket

this shit's getting drastic niggas

can't handle my lifestyles alone

i'm slick poppy bitches

call me timon capone

timberland chuckers and the

hoodie is my trademark

and most of my time i'm out

sticking up a kmart

Now I'm sackin' check

with my everyday basics

Camouflage suit,

Glock, ski mask, and

ASIC

Bustas say I'm crazy,

but to me it's just a habit

Grab it, unless some old bitch nigga have it

I'm out to get miles with

no remorse or no pity

It's an everyday thang,

I do crime and shit

Knock, knock, who is it, yo?

Open up the door I represent where I come from,

straight out the slums

Knock, knock, who is it, yo?

Open up the door I represent where I come from,

straight out the slums

Knock, knock, who is it, yo, open up the door I represent where I come from,

straight out the slums

Knock, knock, who is it, yo,

open up the door I represent where I come from

Motherfucker surprise,

it's the brother who can boo gie down

I'm burnin' rapid like

James until the motherfucker's brown

Get down, get down with my sound,

get around like

Tupac, don't stop till I rip ya

In that spot, I rock,

you'll be surprised, I'm

Punches fat and sells more

than a crack spot

I'm bold, I make the dev il sell his soul

I rep so much shit,

confetti's fallin' out your asshole

I'm nice,

so write this down in your memo

Before you be punched,

I'll play that ass like a demo

Tisket, I task it, I'll beat that ass quick

Bastard,

you're on my dick like a propylactic

Props?

Nigga, I got juice like

Jerry

Wrecking punchline,

that shit's dead like a cemetery

Martyrs like a slave,

ain't nothin' funny, money

Reps step up and get wrecked

just like grass dummies

Example, niggas rep like pets when we battle I light

you up and whack that ass like a candle

Battles, I catch rec off a master track

Black rappers get bagged like a nut sack

Lyrics are packed,

so much soul in my track

It makes

Michael

Jack wanna grow his afro back

The rebel, lettin' off steam

just like a kettle

Rappers rock like fags, so I call him

Fruity

Pebble

Knock knock, who is it yo?

Open up the door