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Barbarians Lyrics by Big Ghost Ltd

A Bullet for Every Heathen

2019

[Intro]
Yeah, Spesh and Ghost
We don't get the piece of the pie, we get the pie a piece

[Verse 1: Eto]
Kept it quiet, quiet as kept
I wish death on connivers, they’ll connive you to death
Been in out in the East now out in the West
Ran in different houses to eat, a couple pies a few left
Yo, left a few, that's a couple eighths
Now my revenue in another state
No one knows, I know no one
But when my fam date up, I'll keep him up to date
Wait, you niggas never sold a brick
A brick will never get sold if I don't permit
Your fifth loaded, I unload the fifth
Get focused, I'm what focus gets
Rewarded with a lot of hatred
Haters hate rewards 'cause they pockets naked
They got naked pockets, we not relating
Only if you're momma's favorite

[Verse 2: Street Justice]
They put money before trust and then wonder
How the bond broken calm soldiers let you come in
That's where arms open, guns smoking, Hennesy sipping
'Till the bar's closing, arms folded, resume sittin’
'Till the job’s posted, palms soaking, get what you're giving
Like a pawnbroker not focussed, raising your hand
Well, it's not poker, not folders gave you a hand
Like a stockbroker gotta follow chain of command
It's just block culture, shot open, stick to the plan
In the outspoken cops patrolling laying in vans
How could we not notice
Ops rolling but we're prepared
And we're not joking Glock holders spraying them cans
See the top opens turn you to a ghost where you stand
When you block posting some watch the game as a fan
Some will start coaching, saw niggas burning their brand
Then they start smoking, backing up serving your man
Being heartbroken

[Verse 3: Klass Murda]
Real one, y'all need CAT scans to see heart in me
Rochester hot so the pack landed in Albany
Cut my cousin off 'cause that man was a fraud to me
Henny wanna smoke so this Mac balm at his arteries
Right now is a drought so it’s not trees
Only reason I'm in the booth 'cause I don't got no weed
But I’m the grower best friend, so when it harvests he gon' call me
Got it sold before it land, in a hour I sold forty
Really doing what niggas rap about
Show 'em what they trap about
Trapped like a record label 'cause we put that rapper out
You niggas ain't fucking with Murda
You know what time it is when that duck tape on the burner
My only goal is to get a mil, put that shit in the ground
And if rap don't do it, I'm still flipping them pounds
If I catch an op, he gon' sit in the ground
And if I get caught, then I'm sittin’ it down
It's Murda

[Verse 4: Che Noir]
Hard work turn to sweat, that's how you earn a cheque
To be honest, I done seen more crooks on the church's steps
It's niggas in my town that catch bodies to earn respect
So if your neck worth the cheque nigga, wear a turtle neck
I got a clip full of real boss niggas and raw pitchers
Raw spitters, chase the pain with dark liquor
Ask God to pour a blessing, I'm bringing the squad with us
Pops locked, so we treat jail pigs like prom pictures, real shit
Standing ten toes till the casket dips
Was born in this cold world with my jacket zipped
I'm old fashioned, I wear the pants with this rappin’ shit
This is a different style so I'm giving niggas fashion tips
Bitch, any time I drop, I make the town talk
Loud and clear, they can hear me with the sound off
They gon' label me a outlaw
I got some enemies in hell that's still praying on my downfall

[Verse 5: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, I had dreams them niggas shot me up
For the ice, I slap niggas with sticks they like hockey pucks
The cops wan’ lock me up
All my niggas in jail, take me there, we gon’ make a posse cut
I watched niggas copy us, well copy this
It’s a 150 bricks when I be up
Selling all these drugs got me up
The shotty bust, I’m giving out headshots, ya body bluff
A sword carrying barbarian
I’ll show you how to make you a mil in a small area
Fuck hoes, they motives is ulterior
Far as the mail I done sent it through all carries
You boys arrogant small amount of change yall cherishing is gon’ be the cause of your embarrassment
Don’t understand y’all narrative
All of you clowns was raised wrong, who the fuck y’all parents is?

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