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Feat Da Brat, |
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Krayzie Bone & |
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Dee Money [Da Brat talking] [Chorus] |
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Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? |
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Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x [Krayzie Bone] |
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Motherfucker, go get you some |
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Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at |
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Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this |
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To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker |
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What you niggas really wanna do? |
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Big ballers flossin' |
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Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' |
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Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face |
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What they say? "Oh nothin'" |
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Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey) |
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That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change |
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Still the same name, love the face |
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Real, real niggas, that's all |
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I gotta say |
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You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted |
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Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit' |
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Protected by the niner, when you careful |
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The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock |
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Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff |
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Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel |
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What's pumpin' the shotgun? |
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Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect |
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That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me |
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Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with |
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JD Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat |
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Just like that [Da Brat] |
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I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' |
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Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake |
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Go through whatever drastic measures |
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I hafta take |
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Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter |
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I get the more hate |
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Some of you hoes is overrated with flows |
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The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated |
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My lyrical content send other bitches to convents |
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Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense |
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Been the bomb since '74 |
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Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me |
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He want to get in between the sheets |
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Leave the wallet and the keys for me |
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I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me |
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Nigga, we can fuck free frequently |
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You study me, but another me could never be sold |
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Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4 |
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When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off |
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Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off |
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When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of |
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Chi, I'm ridin' high |
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Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase |
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Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die [Chorus] [Dee Money Verse 3] |
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See everywhere |
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I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed |
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I'm flyin' on out of what? |
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Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck |
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Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up |
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Everything |
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I touch, gold and platinum, what? |
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Niggas can't fuck with us |
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Like Busta |
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Bust, we dangerous |
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And you know that if |
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I peel I got mo' |
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Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on |
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When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner |
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Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy" |
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Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self |
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How you shit on shelf and how you sit around |
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Wishin' that a nigga would sign to |
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So So Def |
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I'm a 9th ward soulja |
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Never been known to play with |
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Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit |
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With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks |
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What y'all need to do is shut up |
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And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook [Chorus til end] |
