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So, How it go
How it go
How it go
Niggaz ain't know
Niggaz ain't know
Niggaz ain't know
I do this for sure
I do this for sure
I do this for sure
talk bout you
Talk bout you
I don't fuck with them niggaz mind your business
Mind your business
If it's somebody else shit what you die for nigga
What
to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
So I chill,
Well guess what lil bitch, you can suck one
Mr. Clynch slam you down to the floor
And guess what, it's because he's a whore
Mr. Clynch is a whore
For any
comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of why'all want to go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
a pass
He crossed me again
Thats too many tries
Now he gotta die
We gotta slide
Too many vibes
We can't even count the niggaz we lost
Its too many
B.G.:
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying diamonds for my lil' girl
Baby:
I feel like niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
Ya heard me
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
A blood
like I represent for Texas
And who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping reckless
Scared took him out of the hotel, 'cause when Ro
is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating
systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
throw ya side in the sky
why'all niggaz lovin how ya livin but I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You niggaz settin up to get me
the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I
motherfucker
Yo, I went from O-T to O-see to all the paper
Leads to fatigue then ? the gators
If ain't about the money nigga? Call me later
How many niggaz
to all the paper
Leads to fatigue then ? the gators
If ain't about the money nigga? call me later
How many niggaz talk benzes? seen them one
Not videos
'm the best, pound for pound
It's no discussion
Seen some mass destruction
This how I leave niggas area
Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier
A nightmare on Elm
we'll make ya niggaz cry
Hands on your head, knees on the ground
Bitch yous gots to get down
You done seen this shit befo so you know how the story go
when it go down, go down he splits
this is strictly for all of y'all niggaz that diss me
y'all think y'all skills is up to par well stars come
don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em
fare
And you'll b' leaving wit no gear
On the Quran I swear
All I got is my honor and it's Clear
My peoples done shed mad tears
For many years
For them
Jus me n my cousin crying over money while splitting onions
You know how many nights I watch colors die over white
Gambling like its dice n end up
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