Tony Fadd - Heisenberg lyrics

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Tony Fadd - Heisenberg lyrics

Ok my sh** so Pure , It'll be crystalized You know I'm on my Walter White All my junkies will be thuggin', Guess who's gonna die ? You know I'm on my Walter White I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house You know I'm on my Walter White Ok this sh** is so retarded like it came out of my balls You know I'm on my Walter White Ok the recipe is over , the business is undercover I'm cooking for all the Addicts, and sell products at the corners My improvement makes a movement And a lot of new opponents Bring some mullah to the hood and achieve what I have promised Every genius has their problems , but the art be crossing borders So instead Of b**h and whine I'm at the lab making some progress You better know my name , and the fact that I'm the danger Everyone is a Stranger when I work to get my paper Go and call a saviour I got my detonator And so many pounds that I might Just k** my neighbours I know that you be nervous, If my k**ers pull their triggers While I be Watching the news, Sitting down with the familia Hold Up The revolution is televised You know I'm on my Walter White I'm getting my own dough , f** a 9 to 5 You know I'm on my Walter White All my junkies will be thuggin , guess who's gonna die You know I'm on my Walter White I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house You know I'm on my Walter White Better yet I'm Heisenberg , just shot a photographer Ain't that sh** ironic , getting rings faster than Sonic My motives are really loco I'm moving , burning that oil Got the haters Steaming cause my homies getting spoiled If you talk about our sh**, you should talk about our realness If you need A Model, you should talk about my b**hes Hip-hop is the culture and the life of my f**ing business Don't disrespect It You 'll get ejected I'm the definition of technician, the best cook up in the kitchen The producers that I work with Hit so hard you'll get amnesia Like every Politician , once they step up into office I ain't here to help , I'm just Here to make a profit Start a f**ing Mosh pit (Start that sh**) Play your f**ing trumpets (Bow your heads) Every time we in the Building Hands up to the ceiling First we get our money right Ain't That sh** appealing b**h I'm on My Walter White So you'll know That I be Breaking Bad Hire Some Jesses, give them a gun Turn Up the Mike , Better Call Saul Ooh Ooh Here we go Started as a fan on the line to Watch the Throne I just live up in the moment , snap after my poem How should I stop? Distribution keeps on growing Started from the Bottom Police can taste my scrotum I'm swerving the Uncles Hanks And the homies That wants my lotto You b**hes be Quasimodo Enough rope to hang their selves I'm looking forward to the top You keep on driving on reverse like Aaaaaaaaaaaaah Just let it out My paranoia got lawyers And demons ready to shout I got a couple of minutes I figure should burn them out This sh** is louder and louder Nobody can stop us now Shut the f** Up when I'm talking I'm Knocking whatever's blocking My way , my lane , my brain , my dick is What I stuck in When I'm f**ing my wife , and yes I'm living life Why don't you swallow you tears and my Crystal Meth rap You know I'm on My Walter White(x4