Reactions lyrics

Artist  : 3x Krazy 
Song : Reactions



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 f/ 2 Scoops (of Dove Shack)



Uh.

Mobb shit.

Uh, uh.



Hop in the Broham

cousin man we rollin stolen

stay focused go get the calico quick, we fearin
no man

the program

you juss a dead man walkin

you all done witnessed The Sickness, it's only of
the chosen

he said often

that money would change a fake nigga

you can replace me an mace me

but cant erase me off the rictor (rictor)

like hundred-percenter right through ya set 

to settin standards like Tony 

Montana, look at the picture

go figure

mutha fuckas'll go juss like the Lotto

gustafos an noreados

I oops along an follow

the not-knows

when the glock goes through ya Polo's

in my dreams I was hated an was told to go
solo.



Chorus 2x *(Bart)*



My Reactions, like tuff actin' Tenactin wit the
Mac-10

makin sure my money stack in fractions

juss follow my lead an watch me mack it

only way out of the situation is the savage.



Verse 2 *(2 Scoops)*



When will they let 'em G thee

I feel the fresh air, but I dont feel free

an what I wouldnt give to live the way I thought
life would be

Mobb muzik, my only key

mass artilery, prayers from mama

combined to grant the serpents soul to brace for
drama

they experienced the hardtimes, it all made
sense

then came the secrets of a gracious bitch

my crooked ways wont straighten

I'll chop these dogs

wit a hand full of hustlas, but I'm on my own

reachin for prime real-estate, on the banks of
Rome

one day... all my worries they'll all be gone

anger expressed wit empty shells, introduced to
livin well

real niggas out to prevail

my guarantee

smokin bomb from dusk til dawn, my simple
wishes

shreadin through the darkness of seekin my fuckin
riches

the wild west, cuz it'll make it wit out a
vest

hard blows an hoes the test, your last
request

decendents of vengance

the out-done cant run from repentance

my story wont go untold

the rocky roads

hurt peers to the dirt to uncover gold

set up shop, you cant be stopped nigga start
livin

you aint gon soar wit the eagles if you run wit
the pigeons.

Uh!



Chorus 2x



Verse 3 *(Bart)*



I'm disconnected

theres no execeptions, I shoulda stayed in
school

playin baseball up on the tube

instead of bein on the news

I see it all out my Donna Karans

constantly drinkin thinkin "FUCK
MARRIGE!

I love this life I live

who gives a fuck if I die or live

my only thing in this world is my kid

my baby mama full a pressure

I see our love growin lesser

that's why I'm crumblin' herb up on my
dresser

naked wit out my vest protecter

two in the morn kickin ya doe down

its goin to the floor next to your four-pound

prepare the Greyhound

I'm in the hood wit the homies

all black wit no mask, Fuck they saw me!

We throwin up that EASTSIDE! (EASTSIDE!)
worldwide

an stay high

it's Murder & Kamakazie an I....



Verse 4 *(2 Scoops)*



Celebrate, I scorched you when its crucial

shame wit bliss

drop the Mustang in neutral, an swang that
bitch

got a piss test comin up, smokin kill

chasin ??? go get balance wit the golden seal

these songs are hyms that can seal my wounds

empty clips for my dead ones, the Outlawz too

or til, my concious can be content

until I make the ends so I can cover this months
rent

defining moments of my life

defeated opponents too strong for my mic

glimpse at the corner of pushas an pimps

layin dead for the luxuries of lobster an
shrimp

see in the district, statistics wit phony
fathers

enter the realm where the Kool-Aid is Holy
Water

look beyond the Valley-Jo, I got a job!

Call my mom an let her know, I'm in the Mobb!


(In the Mobb! In the Mobb!)

(Uh, uh, Check it out, check it out!)



Chorus 2x