If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Mackin' on these bitches mane
I pop 4 percs to keep me sane
Still staring at mistakes a waste
Go splash some water on my face
Watchu f*cking heard?
These f*ckboy's getting on my nerves
I make a sucker bite the curb
If you not careful with your words
You better watch me close
F*ck you hoe
Watchu know ain't nothing hoe
All these f*ckers stalk my instagram and they can't even rap
Ain't no cap I'm preaching that
Smoke 20 cigs up in the lac
My trigger finger flicking ash
Stay fiending for the f*ckin' mac
F*ck a gat
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Drugging ducking sipping tussin
Get this AK f*cking bussin
Tell a hoe to get the f*ck if she ain't here to suck it
F*ck it
Hundred meds up in my stomach
Masked up creeping for that funding
Mixing dope in with the crack
I'll turn your hood into Iraq
You said that it's on sight but it ain't me who gone die
F*ck that
Truth is feel like Gucci
Not single y'all gone shoot me
Rap like Ruby
Your bitch a groupie
Acting like y'all never knew me
Itching off that f*cking Fenty
F*ck your plug bitch I got plenty
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Kennington where it started like
Kennington where my heart is
See the opposition get starving like
My G TG ay bark it
Right step when I'm marching
Dip-dip Prince have him dancing
I beg you pardon?
SA or Sav get out there and clart him
Heron - Tussin Lyrics
Heron - Tussin Lyrics
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If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Mackin' on these bitches mane
I pop 4 percs to keep me sane
Still staring at mistakes a waste
Go splash some water on my face
Watchu f*cking heard?
These f*ckboy's getting on my nerves
I make a sucker bite the curb
If you not careful with your words
You better watch me close
F*ck you hoe
Watchu know ain't nothing hoe
All these f*ckers stalk my instagram and they can't even rap
Ain't no cap I'm preaching that
Smoke 20 cigs up in the lac
My trigger finger flicking ash
Stay fiending for the f*ckin' mac
F*ck a gat
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Drugging ducking sipping tussin
Get this AK f*cking bussin
Tell a hoe to get the f*ck if she ain't here to suck it
F*ck it
Hundred meds up in my stomach
Masked up creeping for that funding
Mixing dope in with the crack
I'll turn your hood into Iraq
You said that it's on sight but it ain't me who gone die
F*ck that
Truth is feel like Gucci
Not single y'all gone shoot me
Rap like Ruby
Your bitch a groupie
Acting like y'all never knew me
Itching off that f*cking Fenty
F*ck your plug bitch I got plenty
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Kennington where it started like
Kennington where my heart is
See the opposition get starving like
My G TG ay bark it
Right step when I'm marching
Dip-dip Prince have him dancing
I beg you pardon?
SA or Sav get out there and clart him
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Mackin' on these bitches mane
I pop 4 percs to keep me sane
Still staring at mistakes a waste
Go splash some water on my face
Watchu f*cking heard?
These f*ckboy's getting on my nerves
I make a sucker bite the curb
If you not careful with your words
You better watch me close
F*ck you hoe
Watchu know ain't nothing hoe
All these f*ckers stalk my instagram and they can't even rap
Ain't no cap I'm preaching that
Smoke 20 cigs up in the lac
My trigger finger flicking ash
Stay fiending for the f*ckin' mac
F*ck a gat
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Drugging ducking sipping tussin
Get this AK f*cking bussin
Tell a hoe to get the f*ck if she ain't here to suck it
F*ck it
Hundred meds up in my stomach
Masked up creeping for that funding
Mixing dope in with the crack
I'll turn your hood into Iraq
You said that it's on sight but it ain't me who gone die
F*ck that
Truth is feel like Gucci
Not single y'all gone shoot me
Rap like Ruby
Your bitch a groupie
Acting like y'all never knew me
Itching off that f*cking Fenty
F*ck your plug bitch I got plenty
If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank
I beg you don't panic
The story be tragic I back out my suttin
I push it in stomachs
'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing
Say Harlem Spartans' some rappers
Harlem Spartans' out there marching
Back out the 'tings on faggots
Kennington where it started like
Kennington where my heart is
See the opposition get starving like
My G TG ay bark it
Right step when I'm marching
Dip-dip Prince have him dancing
I beg you pardon?
SA or Sav get out there and clart him
Writer: Wolfgang Beaumont
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