Search results for 'claim they real by 3 deep' Page #8

Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,

preachin'
Never sleep and we catch you slippin' and throw you in the deep end
I know some niggas died over pride, high
I know some fake niggas claim they

of my mind
I feel that i'm chosen
Bad bitch, she claim she a token

Diamond bust go straight cross the ocean
They see three, they holla out, oh shit don't

Everybody claim they real 
But just around to claim your baggage 

I can't let anybody tear me down
 No I ain't never fuck with maggots 

I ain't use to put

, deep trouble.

Back: Trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Run into trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
And they go

said I wouldn't be shit I'm lit now bitch now (Do not put love on my name)
Don't claim that you helped I was by myself while (Walking through all

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz claim to be hard
But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad
Type to get stuck up, start

The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never

many see
At the job or in the street
Burn flow like 3rd degree
I know they plotting and scheming
Cause they wanna murdah me

Point The Finga

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)

One, two, three, peace to the real G's

Everybody claim they be whippin that dope
And everybody claim that they
Getting that dough
These niggas just lying if you asking me yo
The swag that

word
Remember, son remember my words
Remember, son remember my words

[Verse 2]
You did three months some days on a role
Deep in pains each getting worst

Drama

Coolio

Rapmasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 7 [Clean]

1997

a cellular phone with a rubber antenna 
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac 
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back" 
Then

Drama

Coolio

Soul on Ice

1996

a cellular phone with a rubber antenna 
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac 
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back" 
Then

bring shooters, cause you ain't defeatin' me
Make all these moves, they be thinkin' it's three of us
We changin' the scenery, fly to your city, take care

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What

through these
Motherfucking projects with
My homie in a casket
100 cars deep, we fucking up traffic
It's real life no acting
Sorry officer I don't know what

Eyy
Eyy
Eyy yeah
I don't give a f about pawn
Say she do just want my phone
Trynna steal my flow
Matter of fact they got it wrong
Claim it , spank it

the real back
(Real back)
I’m sick of all the fake shit
Sick of all the fake shit
Can’t be fake to make an impact
Bitch ass frauds think they nailed it no

Homo-sapiens
These certain individuals who claim to have my back
They all want me to succeed
But contribute to me failing, tripping, falling on my knees
Do you

that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by

isn't hers
But deep down I think a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping the tears she pulls over by

real, yeah

Three rings three rings three rings
Three rings three rings three rings
Three rings three rings three rings
(I can do anything, do anything