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Thread: Lintballz - Track Review

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    Default Lintballz - Track Review


    Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

    Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Popa Chief
    12 O'Clock
    Prodigal Sunn
    Hell Razah
    Buddha Monk

    Brooklyn Zu


    [Chorus x2]

    (Popa Chief)

    Do or die, ball or fly
    Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
    But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
    It's time to turn the heat up
    And catch these papes like cooked up

    (12 O'Clock)

    Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
    Never get your weight off and do a push up
    You smokin' all my purple kush up
    Don't make me push and rook up
    Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
    Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit
    Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot
    See I'ma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot
    Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
    I got my own version of roots
    Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zu boots
    The new news is Brooklyn Zu
    Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too

    (Prodigal Sunn)

    Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
    So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak
    Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
    Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meek
    And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit
    Dirt Dog, the Zu, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet
    95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here
    See our face this year, appear
    on your TV screen, we stay green
    Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean?
    New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene
    Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-eme

    (Popa Chief)

    Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die
    Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die

    (Hell Razah)

    Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin'
    Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons
    Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens
    GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers
    Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers
    Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip
    Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips
    Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with
    Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich?
    Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed
    Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist
    Brooklyn Zu, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga

    [Chorus x2]

    (Ol' Dirty Bastard *Buddha Monk*)

    I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed
    Whatever you do, I stop your ass
    My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss
    I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss
    A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth
    *See let a nigga come through with that bullshit*
    Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin'
    I never was familiar with bein' pussy
    I loved that shit 'til it's bloody

    (Buddha Monk)

    Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy
    And you gonna hit it from where *from the back door*
    This Fam right here, is the Fam right here
    And if you fuck with the Zu you gon' get clapped right there
    For this CREAM nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters
    If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter
    Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
    Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
    Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days
    And when it's done, who's the next victim today
    I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
    I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right
    Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me
    Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them G'z
    Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take
    Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga

    [Chorus x2]


  2. #2


    I actually think this is actually pretty good. Despite being on the biggest trash album, a complete insult.

  3. #3


    yup, the only banger on this shitty album

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