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Fair Warning Video (MV)




Performed By: BronxDice
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Cameron Church Jr




BronxDice - Fair Warning Lyrics




Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Uhh
Loyal or riches?
Couple friends turned into bishop
Hell on earth still at war wit the Ku Klux
I wait patience
Thank the lord he made Satan
Souls taken, crack spots left feens basing
Mind cannon, front line we cook bandits
Time handed, rebirth supply stranded
Touch basics, life built off dead faces
Stage crave it
Walk threws I Skip Bayless
Nothin given, couple gods who love sinnin
This Dice nigga love lost it's no feelings
Soul taker, niggas pealed no thoughts later
Hood narrator, you now roc'in wit the creator
Fair warning, hood dreams to whip foreigns
God chosen, smell death it's all on us
Last villain, bear witness this rap killin
Scar healin, couple scriptures this god writtens
Store vision street teller could sight it vivid
Madd chiller, Lord knows I rhymes iller
Mind woken, devils advocate surprise open
Time folding, less talking it's all wroten
Full measures, born kings to seek treasures
Time reddish, shorty life built off pleasures
Life puzzled, over pop to stack duffles
Frame muffled, war ready it's just scuffles
Faced devils, sour burn remain settle
Main rebel, word is born these hearts Critical
Last poet, born Prafet now woken
Sky fallin, still stark up the best potion
Hard knocka, manifesting these woes proper
No papas, slave built impress dollas
Lost days, friend or foe had part ways
Love fade, couple fam done switched ways
Crowd focus, corners fill wit them pipe smokers
Loud surfaces, life death we born hurstes
Black merchant, lies built distract certain
Souls burnin, no leaders my youngs hurtin
Call waiting, 2-7 my cuz facing
Tailgating, time fly just hold patient
Flesh wounded, bless niggas who turn Judah
State fueling, blood shed we all unit
First take, got to rumble wit heavyweights
Stell face, got'em shook like earthquakes
Young nights, full of hunger was feed light
Clique tight, one touched ya dome priced
Still shinnin, just in reduce silence
Kid lined, front porch just wrong timing
Man hit, nothing vital immune quick
Waist grip, couple niggas who caught bliss
Mobb Deep, shorty got it she born fleek
This north east, spark fire the best chief
Brought static, nothing yet peak illmatic
Cause havoc, certain niggas immune lavish
Breed homage, rap dead this shit timeless
Poor highness, set mute the rage violent
Storm weather, bodies shedder, these thoughts terror
Street dweller, known to profit wit goodfellas
King Dice, no rest support light
Born trife, know niggas who took life
Boxed in, couple years for born sin
For this
Word up
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
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English

Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Uhh
Loyal or riches?
Couple friends turned into bishop
Hell on earth still at war wit the Ku Klux
I wait patience
Thank the lord he made Satan
Souls taken, crack spots left feens basing
Mind cannon, front line we cook bandits
Time handed, rebirth supply stranded
Touch basics, life built off dead faces
Stage crave it
Walk threws I Skip Bayless
Nothin given, couple gods who love sinnin
This Dice nigga love lost it's no feelings
Soul taker, niggas pealed no thoughts later
Hood narrator, you now roc'in wit the creator
Fair warning, hood dreams to whip foreigns
God chosen, smell death it's all on us
Last villain, bear witness this rap killin
Scar healin, couple scriptures this god writtens
Store vision street teller could sight it vivid
Madd chiller, Lord knows I rhymes iller
Mind woken, devils advocate surprise open
Time folding, less talking it's all wroten
Full measures, born kings to seek treasures
Time reddish, shorty life built off pleasures
Life puzzled, over pop to stack duffles
Frame muffled, war ready it's just scuffles
Faced devils, sour burn remain settle
Main rebel, word is born these hearts Critical
Last poet, born Prafet now woken
Sky fallin, still stark up the best potion
Hard knocka, manifesting these woes proper
No papas, slave built impress dollas
Lost days, friend or foe had part ways
Love fade, couple fam done switched ways
Crowd focus, corners fill wit them pipe smokers
Loud surfaces, life death we born hurstes
Black merchant, lies built distract certain
Souls burnin, no leaders my youngs hurtin
Call waiting, 2-7 my cuz facing
Tailgating, time fly just hold patient
Flesh wounded, bless niggas who turn Judah
State fueling, blood shed we all unit
First take, got to rumble wit heavyweights
Stell face, got'em shook like earthquakes
Young nights, full of hunger was feed light
Clique tight, one touched ya dome priced
Still shinnin, just in reduce silence
Kid lined, front porch just wrong timing
Man hit, nothing vital immune quick
Waist grip, couple niggas who caught bliss
Mobb Deep, shorty got it she born fleek
This north east, spark fire the best chief
Brought static, nothing yet peak illmatic
Cause havoc, certain niggas immune lavish
Breed homage, rap dead this shit timeless
Poor highness, set mute the rage violent
Storm weather, bodies shedder, these thoughts terror
Street dweller, known to profit wit goodfellas
King Dice, no rest support light
Born trife, know niggas who took life
Boxed in, couple years for born sin
For this
Word up
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
Now what we do?
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Writer: Cameron Church Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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