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Mongoose Video (MV)




Performed By: Lecxs Ahziz
Written by: Robert Hill




Lecxs Ahziz - Mongoose Lyrics




Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become a problem, I'll have ta solve ya

It's big Lecxs baby, and everyone's getting it
Send rounds through ya Cristal while ya sipping it
Reconstruct ya face, ya style shell's rippin it
My voice is like a .45 spittin' real belligerent

Treat stogies like quarter waters only for my lips
Treat MC's like garbage cause they're irrelevant
And illiterate, I bang MCs for a profit
So stop it, my crew continuosly blow hydroponic

Pass you like that hedgehog, son I'm Sonic
Blast you wit' the recoil that f*cks up ya optics
Son I am ether and yo ass is cheap reefer
Keep flapping ya lips, I'll make you a bleeder

Got ya flopping like a fish, who ya effing wit
Choke ya like a trick, granting ya death wish
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Too many shells hit the ground, spin ya body a round
It's like Iraq in ya town, tears flowing like the clown
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes

Take it back to the old school, follow the leader
Known in the streets, respected like Aretha (Franklin)
Keep Kimber close, don't run she will reach ya
Think you can beat me, I'd love to meet ya

Got my hands on ya throat, I dare ya to cough
Taking swings at ya head like I'm playing golf
Keep playing wit me, you must be a little off
Think Gov's got a temper, wait till I pop off

No one really wants it, they can't keep it real
I'm so numb on life that I no longer feel
Praying to the heavens, is the only time I kneel
Lecxs makes ya caps peel before ya last meal

This Blaqman's on the loose, I'll cera-palsy ya spine
'Cause me letting y'all live is considered a crime
So check ya clock for the time, what's yours is mine
Son I keeps it live, we can knuckle up any time
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Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become a problem, I'll have ta solve ya

It's big Lecxs baby, and everyone's getting it
Send rounds through ya Cristal while ya sipping it
Reconstruct ya face, ya style shell's rippin it
My voice is like a .45 spittin' real belligerent

Treat stogies like quarter waters only for my lips
Treat MC's like garbage cause they're irrelevant
And illiterate, I bang MCs for a profit
So stop it, my crew continuosly blow hydroponic

Pass you like that hedgehog, son I'm Sonic
Blast you wit' the recoil that f*cks up ya optics
Son I am ether and yo ass is cheap reefer
Keep flapping ya lips, I'll make you a bleeder

Got ya flopping like a fish, who ya effing wit
Choke ya like a trick, granting ya death wish
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Too many shells hit the ground, spin ya body a round
It's like Iraq in ya town, tears flowing like the clown
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes
Can ya feel me now, yes, can ya see me know yes

Take it back to the old school, follow the leader
Known in the streets, respected like Aretha (Franklin)
Keep Kimber close, don't run she will reach ya
Think you can beat me, I'd love to meet ya

Got my hands on ya throat, I dare ya to cough
Taking swings at ya head like I'm playing golf
Keep playing wit me, you must be a little off
Think Gov's got a temper, wait till I pop off

No one really wants it, they can't keep it real
I'm so numb on life that I no longer feel
Praying to the heavens, is the only time I kneel
Lecxs makes ya caps peel before ya last meal

This Blaqman's on the loose, I'll cera-palsy ya spine
'Cause me letting y'all live is considered a crime
So check ya clock for the time, what's yours is mine
Son I keeps it live, we can knuckle up any time
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Writer: Robert Hill
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