OVER (feat. O.T HOWIE)
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Yo, get back Uh Yeah It's A.B F*ck ya cous n' nem Niggas killed my cousin now we hunt fa' him And I can't hang with bitches that ain't got that demon blood in them I'm done with them gangsta niggas, yea just know I run with them Ain't gotta lay a finger, big O.T. carry that drum Just call me sleezy , how I do these bitches greasy, I'm the goat These bitches need me, caught em' sleepin', press that pressure, now they woke Let's just be honest, minah know to do the honors rock ya boat (like Aaliyah) Don't do designer, baby, need a couple properties before I boast, not cockiana From the gutter with my dawgs, we raise a toast Been through a lot of bullshit, but f*ck the nonsense, made a soldier Killed my cousin on the 5th, them niggas gotta meet Jehovah That shit was only last year, why the f*ck they think it's over? That shit ain't over, get you blocked High ashit, still on my shit, ain't never sober Keep a stick, I see a Vic like Mike, my dawgs, they be on go for me F*ck my back, we on the map, I put my team up on my shoulders They gon' blow for me, swing that metal like a trophy Bang on shit like Kobe, then go O.T Pussy can't get close to me, run it up, get no sleep Giving smoke shit, most of these niggas broke, then he gon' die ( BLAHH) It's a homicide, say he won't smoke with me ( say he want smoke but he don't want no fucking smoke ) Straight from the trenches, say your name, you in this Be with killers, ain't gon' leave no witness Half these niggas bitches, OT different CHILL Still PUSH so much weight, you COULD call it FITNESS I'll get chu killed one call be all it take, your life, get takin boy this shit get real Just been saving, caught too many cases Put up for my lawyer, that shit ain't shit, he just better spank this Ma said I be drawn, got in way too many high-speed chases I can't bring my bro, he be on go, be always tryin' paint shit 38 shit ain't gon leave a trace that motherfuckin' ancient Judge asked me why I run from the Jake's , them motherfuckers racist Heard he want some beef, I'll bring it to him, like a fuckin' waitress Half these niggas sweet, ain't shootin' shit, don't stack, no fuckin' papers Don't take his child, man, that nigga foul, he a fuckin' flagrant Push ya shit no stroller nigga I ain't Lola Bitch, don't play with it, MINAH say it's beef OT go demon like that K HIT him I'll wait a year, this shit ain't over till I say it is This shit ain't over This shit ain't over We be gettin' over This shit ain't over This shit ain't over We be gettin' over Bring the fuckin' beat back Uhn Switchy, make him twitchy, that boy burnin' we done rolled em up TheseBitches icky, got him itchin' kno my presence , burn you up They inspiration, if I die, these silly hoes be out of luck These bitches broke, ain't got no savings, ain't no money in the tuck What? ( ain't got no money ) Broke-ass bitches
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Written by: Aminah Abdul, Howard Nelson
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