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Horseshoe GANG Romans Revenge (Firing Squad) Lyrics
#1
HSG – Romans Revenge (Firing Squad)

[Demetrius Capone]
I drink lethal injections, you cant kill me and the brethren
Call my pieces Katrina and Nina eleven (9/11)
Leaving ya resting in pieces when they eat through ya flesh and
Intestines, yes, indeed leaving a mess then
They blast for me, ya bleeding to death and
Speaking of blasphemy, Im squeezing at reverends
Sick as a Catholic priest, the beat Im molesting
Drawing a masterpiece, that mean that my weapons the best

[Dice Dinero]
You’re a little soft, im a little off
Ima real boss, this is real talk
My speech authentic yeah
This the Shoe crew, shoe cruise
You dudes cant fuck with the leaders of the new school
You lose, Im ignoring all your gripes and your boohoos
Just cuz its your boo who’s hanging on my two jewels
This dudes tool is opposite of this dudes fuse
Meaning its longin to sing you a song, my tools croon

[Kenny Siegel]
My spittin ability, got em feelin me lyrically
But my enemies grillin me, so I grip on the semi-heat
When Im feeling hostility, what the fuck is the frown for
Whatever you up for, Im down for
They wonderin how such a cold nigga spit out some flames
How do I write ingenious bars without a brain
In my car I stay strapped in my seat
In case I run into a motherfucker who tries to get out of lane

[Julius Luciano]
Im starting to feel like a fucking savage
I must be spazzing, I just jumped up in the bucket
my muffler draggin, I'm dumb drunk
Clutchin a ratchet bustin at random
Leave you stiff as fuckin spastic
Paralysis, fuck you faggots, plus you bastards
Fuck a casket, I put chumps up in my cabinet
Stuffed in a Cap’n Crunch box serial (cereal) killer
My one companion, is my fuckin trusty hatchet

[Demetrius Capone]
That’s it, when we spittin that kinda shit that could fill a morgue
Your competition gets more stiffer than rigor mor-tis
Or my dick when Im picturing intercourse
With Kenya Moore and Melissa Ford
You finna for-feit, shit
You bitch niggas can ill afford
To diss, my spit can win awards and win a war
I choke you with words, strangle you with a cord-less
Mic, with bars harder than prison doors

[Julius Luciano]
You niggas think it’s a wrap til the shits unraveling
Quit ya babbling
Before I stick you with the biggest javelin
Get the ambulance, cuz my spit is hazardous
To this planets inhabitants
This is the Matrix and Im Mr. Anderson
You niggas get to scatterin, but these guys don’t run
C-O-B is giant, I don't mean Eli no son
I mean Fe Fi Fo Fum, you get the 4-1-1
Take P-90 out these five-oh-ones

[Kenny Siegel]
Tell your squad they should either stand up or stand down
They can either man up or itll be man down
Cuz I never play I'll only spare a round
Im the quickest at raising them arms up (guns), hands down
Yeah, my flow belongs on a coke scale
I aint never had a license, I got no L’s
I’ll leave a nigga with holes in em like motels
Leave a niggas face half off, like its on sale

[Dice Deniro]
I put metal in your mouth, come and see the dentist
If you restless, Ill put you to sleep in minutes
Poppin off like you can see this menace
Put your green where your mouth is nigga, like you eating spinach
Every bar this beast invent is raping the weak and timid
You can sleep under the beach in Venice
When I bust my nine, better duck one time
Like you dodging the police shots and heat ya grimace

[Julius Luciano]
My words fly, shit that I quote soars
Spit cold shit, excrement mixed with a snowstorm
Is it a hoax or is it mythical folklore
Is it as dope, the shit that I wrote more
Twisted and sicker than the shit depicted in ghost stor-ies
Im hard, like tryna fit through a closed door
With a pitchfork, Im Ray Allen, kill you with
Three pointers, figga this niggas itchin to go to war

[Demetrius Capone]
Now you can go and clone Capones
Chromosome, but yo
No ones close the long
Chrome’ll  toast your dome
You comatosed, I'm wrong
Like rollin dope up with a Bible page
Woah…Holy smokes
Who summons me, which one of you wanna beef
Bars over your head like I locked you underneath
The jail, hell, I make it unfun to breathe
Born premature, my mother couldn’t stomach me
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#2
Jerm FTW, thanks again sir.
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#3
haha np

Csut-Csut-C-O-B!!
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#4
Luciano! just when i have a fav they switch on me haha and damn dice came on this one!
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#5
(01-04-2011, 01:50 AM)ogtripleg87 link Wrote:Luciano! just when i have a fav they switch on me haha and damn dice came on this one!

haha yeah, luciano did eat this one up, but capones first 2 verses were crazy

but kenny's punches were beast, my jaw dropped at the half off line lol
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#6
god dammm Jerm at it again !

Respect my dude ! Thanks
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#7
appreciate the dedication, but i see mistakes here and in most other posts......will start postin corrections this wknd
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#8
(03-02-2011, 05:46 AM)Sprite Remix link Wrote:appreciate the dedication, but i see mistakes here and in most other posts......will start postin corrections this wknd

thanks, i try lol. the lyrics you posted were 100% accurate, so i know you got better ears than me haha
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#9
(03-02-2011, 11:17 PM)Jerm link Wrote:[quote author=Sprite Remix link=topic=5149.msg284506#msg284506 date=1299059212]
appreciate the dedication, but i see mistakes here and in most other posts......will start postin corrections this wknd

thanks, i try lol. the lyrics you posted were 100% accurate, so i know you got better ears than me haha
[/quote]

yeah but you format the lyrics better.....they are easier to read/follow along with than mine haha  O0
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#10
(01-03-2011, 08:38 PM)Jerm link Wrote:HSG – Romans Revenge (Firing Squad)

[Demetrius Capone]
I drink lethal injections, you cant kill me and the brethren
Call my pieces Katrina and Nina eleven (9/11)
Leaving ya resting in pieces when they eat through ya flesh and
Intestines, yes, indeed leaving a mess then
They blast for me, ya bleeding to death and
Speaking of blasphemy, Im squeezing at reverends
Sick as a Catholic priest, the beat Im molesting
Drawing a masterpiece, that mean that my weapons the best

[Dice Dinero]
You’re a little soft, im a little off
Ima real boss, this is real talk
My speech authentic yeah
This the Shoe crew, shoe cruise
You dudes cant fuck with the leaders of the new school
You lose, Im ignoring all your gripes and your boohoos
Just cuz its your boo who’s hanging on my two jewels
This dudes tool is opposite of this dudes fuse
Meaning its longin to sing you a song, my tools croon

[Kenny Siegel]
My spittin ability, got em feelin me lyrically
But my enemies grillin me, so I grip on the semi-heat
When Im feeling hostility, what the fuck is the frown for
Whatever you up for, Im down for
They wonderin how such a cold nigga spit out some flames
How do I write ingenious bars without a brain
In my car I stay strapped in my seat
In case I run into a motherfucker who tries to get out of lane

[Julius Luciano]
Im starting to feel like a fucking savage
I must be spazzing, I just jumped up in the bucket
my muffler draggin, I'm dumb drunk
Clutchin a ratchet bustin at random
Leave you stiff as fuckin spastic
Paralysis, fuck you faggots, plus you bastards
Fuck a casket, I put chumps up in my cabinet
Stuffed in a Cap’n Crunch box serial (cereal) killer
My one companion, is my fuckin trusty hatchet

[Demetrius Capone]
That’s it, when we spittin that kinda shit that could fill a morgue
Your competition gets more stiffer than rigor mor-tis
Or my dick when Im picturing intercourse
With Kenya Moore and Melissa Ford
You finna for-feit, shit
You bitch niggas can ill afford
To diss, my spit can win awards and win a war
I choke you with words, strangle you with a cord-less
Mic, with bars harder than prison doors

[Julius Luciano]
You niggas think it’s a wrap til the shits unraveling
Quit ya babbling
Before I stick you with the biggest javelin
Get the ambulance, cuz my spit is hazardous
To this planets inhabitants
This is the Matrix and Im Mr. Anderson
You niggas get to scatterin, but these guys don’t run
C-O-B is giant, I don't mean Eli no son
I mean Fe Fi Fo Fum, you get the 4-1-1
Take P-90 out these five-oh-ones

[Kenny Siegel]
Tell your squad they should either stand up or stand down
They can either man up or itll be man down
Cuz I never play I'll only spare a round
Im the quickest at raising them arms up (guns), hands down
Yeah, my flow belongs on a coke scale
I aint never had a license, I got no L’s
I’ll leave a nigga with holes in em like motels
Leave a niggas face half off, like its on sale

[Dice Deniro]
I put metal in your mouth, come and see the dentist
If you restless, Ill put you to sleep in minutes
Poppin off like you can see this menace
Put your green where your mouth is nigga, like you eating spinach
Every bar this beast invent is raping the weak and timid
You can sleep under the beach in Venice
When I bust my nine, better duck one time
Like you dodging the police shots and heat ya grimace

[Julius Luciano]
My words fly, shit that I quote soars
Spit cold shit, excrement mixed with a snowstorm
Is it a hoax or is it mythical folklore
Is it as dope, the shit that I wrote more
Twisted and sicker than the shit depicted in ghost stor-ies
Im hard, like tryna fit through a closed door
With a pitchfork, Im Ray Allen, kill you with
Three pointers, figga this niggas itchin to go to war

[Demetrius Capone]
Now you can go and clone Capones
Chromosome, but yo
No ones close the long
Chrome’ll  toast your dome
You comatosed, I'm wrong
Like rollin dope up with a Bible page
Woah…Holy smokes
Who summons me, which one of you wanna beef
Bars over your head like I locked you underneath
The jail, hell, I make it unfun to breathe
Born premature, my mother couldn’t stomach me

fixed these up as well!!
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