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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1:
Yo yo you can let the magnum bust
Or puff bags of dust
If
you mad at us
Watch that ass get crushed
Now you screamin why did the blood have
to rush
There's a buncha thugs after us
Slugs blast at us
Son roll
this dutch master up
The nigga with the live weapons
Yo who got shorties runnin
They comin in 5 seconds
Givin back shots attack spots
Fat knots
/>
I rap hop like clack glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnect
This spray
like disinfected
I paractice safe sex so my dick's protected
F hold the cap well
Puffin fat l's bonin a chicks listenin to Maxwell
On a maxell my man call me on
the black cell
Told me he got bagged for a crack-sell
"How you feelin son?"
/>
"Not that well"
Niggas is bustin tecs and shit
And no matter what sexe you
is
Behind your back niggas will sex yo' whip
Make you wonder where the exit is
Fuc That cuttin no slack
I'm bustin fat nuts on yo' back
Chorus x3:
Yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You
got a track what the hook like
F is off the hook, right?
We stole cars while you
took bikes
And on a good night I get your whole hood sniped
Verse 2:
You's a halfthug
Meetin ya dick in the bathtub
I get mad love
Do a crime woke ya backup?
Roll in the set
Put a hole in ya chest
Open
ya flesh
Knowin the best
No one can test
I'm blowin ya vest
Untill I die I be high of drugs
Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love
/>
My niggas blast and shoot shit
From here to Massachussets
The cash be
ruthless
That's why your ass is toothless
You ain't half as ill as the admirill
You a crab for real nigga, grab your shield
Rappers wanna kill me and blast me
Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty
While other niggas is silky and sassy
Upset your squad I never wet you God
Y'all niggas ain't worth a $1.50 on the metrocar
/>
Fuc That
I bust caps
Chill on the side like hop cats
Never leave
home without the rough raps
Paper I got to touch that
You want bitches I want
track
Chores x2
Verse 3:
Yo, I role this hoe that
will set you up to take your check
Them niggas that make you pet, to break your neck
/>
Her mind was the dirtiest
Ever since her pops died on the 30st
She was
livin the life of unworthiness
Her name was Karin
She drove a black LeBaron
/>
And by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and Tyrone
Doin anything
to be in the live zone
Like smoke five bones or rob the jewelery store for nine stones
Attack your town pack a cab
Smack a clown
Back 'em down like Jackie
Brown
You never had skill
I'm mad ill like a overdose of Adville
Kill
at will
Chorus x2
Noreaga "The invincible, untouchable"
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OC "Fuc That, abbreviated F.T."
Nas "Streets disciple, I rock beats that's make 'em
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