Train Trussle Lyrics - Dopium - U-god

[Mike Tyson sample:] 

I'm the best ever, I'm the most brutal and vicious 

And most ruthless champion there's ever been 

There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could - 

I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me 

I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me 

Praise be to Allah! 

[Ghostface Killah:] 

Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay 

Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet 

Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover 

Niggas balling me down, that's when I reached over 

Figured they ain't got no matters, young boys round here 

They don't know my status 

See niggas looking for a full time jack move 

But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes 

Give it to them quick, something like fast food 

Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who? 

Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes 

Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you 

You mad, cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss 

When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men 

Come value your business, it ain't all gravy 

You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you 

[Chorus: U-God (Scotty Wotty)] 

We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle 

Through the bus stop, under the train trussle 

Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle 

Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled 

(We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle 

Through the bus stop, under the train trussle 

Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle 

Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled) 

[U-God:] 

Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds 

So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug 

Fire all cylenders, swing with gritty love 

Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club 

I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove 

Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug 

A minister of death, came back to finish ya 

At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud 

That's right, it's in my blood, damn, what's in them drugs 

They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor 

Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall 

Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw 

If I sell out, yo, I'm copping some more 

Get the hell out, or I'm popping the four 

Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets 

Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest 

[Chorus] 

[Scotty Wotty:] 

Consider me pissed off, them swiners better throw in they whole chalk 

'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff 

Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash 

I precede the aftermath of an acid bath 

Take a leap from the highest, and walk home bloody from a riot 

And still stay chubby on a diet 

Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michellen 

It's obvious, the God ain't settling 

Repetition and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals 

Blow the rugers, brothers wanna through rubbles 

Rock fight avalanches and ambushing 

Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes 

I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush 

It wasn't us, it was Paul and his brother 

Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen 

I guzzle punks like 22's, embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenus 

It's important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorsing 

We eat the fucking cake without the frosting 

Contents contained, shatters his splattered brain 

Ever since Killah Priest was ordained 

I'm bringing back the revely, I had with Beverly 

And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery, fuck outta here 

[Chorus x2] 

[Mike Tyson sample:] 

My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable 

And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart 

Praise be to Allah! 

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