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Hatlow

Album: Sometime In New York City Vol 2
By:
Ciph Boogie

Duration

4:26

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

First Official single from Ciph Boogie's forthcoming Highly anticipated EP album Sometime In New York City Vol 2.

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Lyrics

I'm making moves with my Hatlow Said I'm all up in your ear no fear let's roll I'm standing tall with my Hatlow I came here to make some noise, my people lets go! Verse1: [Ciph Boogie] I'm not playing, I'm just saying Got my chest poked out, feet planted Dammit, ain't a fan of the fuckery AMG is my company, get it correct Real business minded nigga, demanded respect To be the boss of all bosses, so cut me a check Yes! I earned this, my purpose is to persist So keep cool while you get this work nigga! As I'm flying by, stuck in my own thoughts Thinking on my pac shit, while puffing on Newport's ,it's seldom that I smoke But it helps my thinker, thank ya! For this moment, I'm standing on the world stage Moving from a minor to a major, stay ya Ass out my way, as I figure out what's next Watch a nigga move to these narrow minded steps, take notes, take totes, fuck off I'm Taking flight.. Ohhh!!!! Hook 2x Verse 2: I won't budge, just a nudge, I had enough Fuck is up? Feel the rush When I come through, niggas be fronting on my humble, So I gotta act real fool in this dark room Everybody fantasizing, not realizing That I'm into enterprising, Not relying On anything the next man does, Just because I really got my own thang, made my own name I'm a ball till I fall, let the phone ring Never get no answers, while I'm making advances The feeling it enhances, when you making your plans click, Women want a taste They like "damn baby you handsome" (Laughs) Let me pause, get clear for the get away Always with my eyes on the prize This is the winner's race Haters never pay them no mind, they will disintegrate, anyway they standing in line Just to hear me say.. Hook 2x Verse 3: Finally hit my triumph, facing the final countdown Running through the jungle, trying not to stumble Fuck it! I try my luck out, got nothing to lose Father Time catching up to me, has something to do, with my highs and my low'es Plus My focus, razor sharp like a dart With a spark to the heart, as I attack hold that! You better take a Kodak, picture perfect I know you see the way I'm working, very certain The truth is flowing through these verses I see ya nervous, everytime I put more work in I need more shit to scrape, gimme my plate uh! Breakdown Had a probable cause through it all I'm still here taking a stand, cause I'm the man Hook 2x

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