Valor by TGK-AFG Lyrics
(Chorus x2)
These boots wuz made for steppin’ on nigguz
These boots came straight from Tekken, my nigga
Don’ giv’a fuxk what you reppin’, my nigga
You hear TGK, respeck it my nigga!
(Verse 1)
Combat is my nirvana, it’s bliss
I crack skulls an’ break bones wit’ my fists
You take aim, shoot to kill, but you miss
So you gon’ die by yo’ own gat, like a bitch!
Fight nigga! How you chill if you ain’ got goals?
You ain’ back-up, no match-up, straight stuck in soft mode
Nigga git’cho hands up, or git’cho top roll’d
Shudn’a ran up, if you cain’t man up, to git knock’d cold
Me, I gots tha valor, so no I won’ back down
Leggo bro, no doubt, I’mma show up to show down
I ain’ lost, fuxk that, gimme tha second round!
You tryna git me down? Betta pack a hunnid rounds!
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I got some crackas scared to pull tha trigga
They c’n tell I got tha vigor, nah I ain’ playin’ wit’cha
Angry dreadhead wit’a gut full’a liquor
My crowd’s all killa, no filla, solely real nigguz
Why these nigguz made me do some shyt I ain’ wanna?
Test tha Gangsta I don’ claim, like I won’, but I’m gonna!
Only thing to keep me calm, is tha smoke from marijuana
But if these faggots want it, I got tha smoke on my mamma!
Hot like a sauna, an’ all tha words outta my mouth
Ev’n when I’m down, you’ll see me bloodied, but unbow’d
Stand fo’ what I believe, bullshyt is not allow’d
I do it all fo’ my fam, an’ giv’a fuxk about tha clout
So when enuff becomes enuff, I’mma do jus’ what I hav’to
Tryna stay Holy, I’m readin’ tha book of Matthew
Knowin’ his name was Levi, I could neva let tha truth die
‘Cuz when I lose control, it’s tha Holy Spirit I’m sooth’d by
These boots wuz made for steppin’ on nigguz
These boots came straight from Tekken, my nigga
Don’ giv’a fuxk what you reppin’, my nigga
You hear TGK, respeck it my nigga!
(Verse 1)
Combat is my nirvana, it’s bliss
I crack skulls an’ break bones wit’ my fists
You take aim, shoot to kill, but you miss
So you gon’ die by yo’ own gat, like a bitch!
Fight nigga! How you chill if you ain’ got goals?
You ain’ back-up, no match-up, straight stuck in soft mode
Nigga git’cho hands up, or git’cho top roll’d
Shudn’a ran up, if you cain’t man up, to git knock’d cold
Me, I gots tha valor, so no I won’ back down
Leggo bro, no doubt, I’mma show up to show down
I ain’ lost, fuxk that, gimme tha second round!
You tryna git me down? Betta pack a hunnid rounds!
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I got some crackas scared to pull tha trigga
They c’n tell I got tha vigor, nah I ain’ playin’ wit’cha
Angry dreadhead wit’a gut full’a liquor
My crowd’s all killa, no filla, solely real nigguz
Why these nigguz made me do some shyt I ain’ wanna?
Test tha Gangsta I don’ claim, like I won’, but I’m gonna!
Only thing to keep me calm, is tha smoke from marijuana
But if these faggots want it, I got tha smoke on my mamma!
Hot like a sauna, an’ all tha words outta my mouth
Ev’n when I’m down, you’ll see me bloodied, but unbow’d
Stand fo’ what I believe, bullshyt is not allow’d
I do it all fo’ my fam, an’ giv’a fuxk about tha clout
So when enuff becomes enuff, I’mma do jus’ what I hav’to
Tryna stay Holy, I’m readin’ tha book of Matthew
Knowin’ his name was Levi, I could neva let tha truth die
‘Cuz when I lose control, it’s tha Holy Spirit I’m sooth’d by