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No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
a motherfucker
And doggs is a motherfucker
You mix the two up you bound to get some drama
Loves gonna get ya
Naw nigga doggz gonna get ya you ever try to play
they need us
Fans greeting asking us for pictures
Cuz we up
We gon' need some type of payment want to meet us
Damn
How you took a shot and missed?
How
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
the peace, but we will troubleshoot
I ain't never really worried where the trouble is
Cause where I'm from on the west be was some troubled kids
Buncha
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
what you said, some shit I don't want you to say again
You let us just go, I never wanna share my heart again
I told Kai, just roll up, we gon' pour up,
you start your business just so I can lift a burden
Hang tight for a second I promise it'll be worth it
I wanna buy my sis a house and some Birkins
She
[S.X.] Alright I'ma get some ? and all that
Chorus: cool Keith, Sadat X
[Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side
[Sadat] Hey
me hear you
say Hoo, if you want some more
just like a believer dance #140#til you drop
#140#cause me and Dee dominate the charts
and if you think it¹s
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,
Y'all hypin' died
I wanna live in a bus
I ain't a stick in the mud
I miss a call
She want her company run
(Ooh by me)
Give me my chance 'fore you run into guns unload
mom's table
I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
got some paper
Live the life they wanna fuckin' live, but this shit overrated
Fuck bout what you sayin', pull up to the yard and let it spray
Bitch, We
Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was
He had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses
We don't leave
Decapitate your whole crew then
Juggle your jugulars
Yeah, The Horsemen got you open don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Nigga 7, 6, 5,
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
a little sly
But I ain't in it, a lot of these MCs diss us
But they don't hate us
It's just an excuse to say my
Crew's name in a lyric
You make an album
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
There be no come back
After we're done we eat them up
like a quick snack
Payback time now
Here's some knowhow
Let me show how
Breaking no bow
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