"The Curve (50 Bodies 6 Version)" lyrics - TERMANOLOGY

[Intro:]
50 Bodies 6, that's fucking three hundred verses for y'all

North Face, fuck a mink
North-side, tuck ya link
Bitch you better bring me a bottle, 'cause mother fuck a drink
My scale fiends for that hundred grams
Kidnap your lil' queen for that hundred bands
Have her doing acrobatics in the trunk
Her lil' heart beat boxing, every time we hit a bump
I'm a savage, I'll shoot the fucking cabbage off of a Trump
In a Bill Clinton shirt, rocks crackling in the blunt
Too much rust on the hammer, gotta wear gloves
Shaved knuckles and hands, about to kill the plug
Tried to trade in my guns but I was still in love
I'm young Vito, runnin' numbers and stealing rugs
Half a brick on the table in all dubs
My hands all stiff from the razor and all numb
My click them Boriqua cats that stab thugs
My whole team Cypress Hill fans, we blast Muggs