Custom, what up, dawg
What up, Poet
Yo
Hey
Black Poet and my nigga Custom
Straight from Queensbridge to Chi-Town, you heard
79th Street, state to the late, Eastside crazy
North of the Bridge, South Shore
MTG over East
The Point
The Raq
Let's get it
We family now
We family now
Yo
Y'all niggas is out of order
Prepare for the slaughter
You outta
Run for the border
Y'all niggas in boiling water
This is that hardcore grimy rap
Catch me on the block with the strap
That's where you find me at
I'm gutter like an old rusty .38
Stay in your place before you make me increase the murder rate
I hate the fake
They'll find you under the lake
Holes in your head and face
Cut in half at the waist
Let's get it on
Nothing left for the fish to nibble on
Can't say I ain't tell you
You been warned
Custom
You know I'm coming through blasting
High as a f*ck
Drunk as a skunk and I'm laughing
Queens Bridge and Chi town United
No escaping the terror dome once you inside it
You know I came to catch wreck
Make you bop ya head to this
Till you break ya f*cking neck
Yo this is that hard core grimey rap
Every ghetto around planet can relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll it at
Stand behind me
Me
Abandoned buildings, no windows
I'm breeding ground for the wicked
What creeps to get wet smoking
Heart stop, it's too potent
Familiar faces and rapists
I flick my smoke through the gate it's
Another day in the raq
Shots blow in the distance
My heat stay closer than sisters
Fingers stay itchy than blisters
Slumber them killers a get you
Slumped in the whip and who with you
Forensics snapping them pictures
This ain't no rap, it's a scripture
Facts
I get my wind through indenture
A new rhythmic adventure
Crime chronicle
Watch ops through your scope monocle
Preservation is honorable
Watch cops
No vibe
Niggas run us on blow
Banger cock through the door
What you ain't know
Chevy four-door
I'm midwest till the death do me
Spot for the twat
Like the Hugh Hef movie
Poet hit me pop out in Queens with the mask on
Be about business cause fake business get blast on
Boom
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Stand behind me
Custom - Grime Time Lyrics
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Custom, what up, dawg
What up, Poet
Yo
Hey
Black Poet and my nigga Custom
Straight from Queensbridge to Chi-Town, you heard
79th Street, state to the late, Eastside crazy
North of the Bridge, South Shore
MTG over East
The Point
The Raq
Let's get it
We family now
We family now
Yo
Y'all niggas is out of order
Prepare for the slaughter
You outta
Run for the border
Y'all niggas in boiling water
This is that hardcore grimy rap
Catch me on the block with the strap
That's where you find me at
I'm gutter like an old rusty .38
Stay in your place before you make me increase the murder rate
I hate the fake
They'll find you under the lake
Holes in your head and face
Cut in half at the waist
Let's get it on
Nothing left for the fish to nibble on
Can't say I ain't tell you
You been warned
Custom
You know I'm coming through blasting
High as a f*ck
Drunk as a skunk and I'm laughing
Queens Bridge and Chi town United
No escaping the terror dome once you inside it
You know I came to catch wreck
Make you bop ya head to this
Till you break ya f*cking neck
Yo this is that hard core grimey rap
Every ghetto around planet can relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll it at
Stand behind me
Me
Abandoned buildings, no windows
I'm breeding ground for the wicked
What creeps to get wet smoking
Heart stop, it's too potent
Familiar faces and rapists
I flick my smoke through the gate it's
Another day in the raq
Shots blow in the distance
My heat stay closer than sisters
Fingers stay itchy than blisters
Slumber them killers a get you
Slumped in the whip and who with you
Forensics snapping them pictures
This ain't no rap, it's a scripture
Facts
I get my wind through indenture
A new rhythmic adventure
Crime chronicle
Watch ops through your scope monocle
Preservation is honorable
Watch cops
No vibe
Niggas run us on blow
Banger cock through the door
What you ain't know
Chevy four-door
I'm midwest till the death do me
Spot for the twat
Like the Hugh Hef movie
Poet hit me pop out in Queens with the mask on
Be about business cause fake business get blast on
Boom
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Stand behind me
What up, Poet
Yo
Hey
Black Poet and my nigga Custom
Straight from Queensbridge to Chi-Town, you heard
79th Street, state to the late, Eastside crazy
North of the Bridge, South Shore
MTG over East
The Point
The Raq
Let's get it
We family now
We family now
Yo
Y'all niggas is out of order
Prepare for the slaughter
You outta
Run for the border
Y'all niggas in boiling water
This is that hardcore grimy rap
Catch me on the block with the strap
That's where you find me at
I'm gutter like an old rusty .38
Stay in your place before you make me increase the murder rate
I hate the fake
They'll find you under the lake
Holes in your head and face
Cut in half at the waist
Let's get it on
Nothing left for the fish to nibble on
Can't say I ain't tell you
You been warned
Custom
You know I'm coming through blasting
High as a f*ck
Drunk as a skunk and I'm laughing
Queens Bridge and Chi town United
No escaping the terror dome once you inside it
You know I came to catch wreck
Make you bop ya head to this
Till you break ya f*cking neck
Yo this is that hard core grimey rap
Every ghetto around planet can relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll it at
Stand behind me
Me
Abandoned buildings, no windows
I'm breeding ground for the wicked
What creeps to get wet smoking
Heart stop, it's too potent
Familiar faces and rapists
I flick my smoke through the gate it's
Another day in the raq
Shots blow in the distance
My heat stay closer than sisters
Fingers stay itchy than blisters
Slumber them killers a get you
Slumped in the whip and who with you
Forensics snapping them pictures
This ain't no rap, it's a scripture
Facts
I get my wind through indenture
A new rhythmic adventure
Crime chronicle
Watch ops through your scope monocle
Preservation is honorable
Watch cops
No vibe
Niggas run us on blow
Banger cock through the door
What you ain't know
Chevy four-door
I'm midwest till the death do me
Spot for the twat
Like the Hugh Hef movie
Poet hit me pop out in Queens with the mask on
Be about business cause fake business get blast on
Boom
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Had us captive
We ain't never going back
Yo, this is that hardcore grimy rap
Every ghetto around the planet should relate to that
Where my soldiers at
Post up, roll to that
Stand behind me
Writer: Derrick Mayers, Blaq Poet
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid