Infinite - Wise Guys Lyrics

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Verse 1

It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome

I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home

Line up a target some men deh walk and deh chat

But if a guy get outta hand i'll tare a match and try to light dat

Look my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness but if the devil interferes i'm going out like mr. gladus

It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin'

But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin'

My mind is free from all the dust gotta bust

While i'm wisdom knowledge i guess you through me off misunderstanding

My mom's is having nightmare of me dying

Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat i don't know

But meantimin' out in da world a man might swear i'm on some insane shhhh

Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff

Try to understand my mind body and soul

Everything is still cool but try to snatch you get ya head blown

Chorus

Streetlife and the laws wise guys are never wrong

Ain't nuttin' sweet

Cross pendants to dirty kronze

Prepare for the worst but if your grain don't miss

Dirty gauge supports my hip wrap tools in hankerchiefs

Infinite wise guys are never wrong

Ain't nuttin' sweet

Lye down flat just for da cause

Prepare for the worst but if your grain don't miss

Dirty gauge supports my hip wrap tools in hankerchiefs

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Verse 2

I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open

Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin'

Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open

I never eat meat that's one thing i'm not promotin'

Forget what he say

Get off da freeway my rhyme ain't never going dat way

So here what i say your gettin' caught up in a knot

Watch what ya talkin' i'm puttin' kikos on da spot

Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind

It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine

So what a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss

I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost

chorus

Verse 3

Line up a food these fools is out to get served right up da block

Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks

He kept the mudge in his socks

I glanced a glare of roosters siren

It wasn't us the rex is heat up like movin' amos in the mouth of madness

Right through da top where skulls crack

We smarter den dat he's sprawled out on the flat of his back

Deh scared just by day way deh rap and i ain't gotta prove dat

Just by da way dat deh act with infinite so wheel it back.

Chorus

(outro)

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