OPM - Trucha Lyrics
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- Trucha Lyrics
Album: Masked with nylon with a can of krylon while on point see you through the walls we write on ride strong with a crew who’s considered sly cons high on this rush provided bymy wrong cops try to put a stop to my art and hip hop but they knock what we rock we got the streets locked juras don’t mix with pinturas catch us slipin and try shoots us we’re looters of virgin walls the no gutters writers reign supreme on the street art scene my team goes by the OPM kings rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits and be the uppest that’s the main thing catch graffiti wreck on my city set my committee gets respect well known with a gritty rep who step to the bomb yard with a fat tip tryin to get a name in this world and that’s it chorus I like to crash dance halls Write all over the walls I like to rock buildings I stand a hundred feet tall Respect On street crowds i never got any Till I met German phat An New-York Skinny Now I'm known, coast to coast East to west Everybody out here dig my alias Im bustin old skool battle Like MC Sham But instead of a mic I rock a 12oz can Now here we are all dressed in black Rhymin' down by the railroad track We began our attack Watchin for the cops and the sneaky rats So next time when you're out on a midnight mission Keep your eyes peeled for the kids without ambition all the young ones that like to rock And aint even trippin on a motherfucking cop chorus
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