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I got a thorn in my side and I wish someone would pull it
I'm thinking about giving this motherfucker a bullet But I ain't going out like that I got too much at stake To let myself be brought down by these snakes They fake and everybody know it Hell, they be tryin' they best not to show it But it coming out like sweat from they pores I sees 'em everywhere with these 5 dollar hoes Callin' for a war but they don't want no trouble If I really had my way I'd spank that ass on the double These niggas mumble, Conversations with they partners But, they best-a take vacations Before the catch hot ones They whereabouts, I always know And little do they know I got niggas ready to blow up they homes But I'm-a tell my niggas to freeze that Ain't no need to go to jail or hell behind these fucking thieves, black Fuck that (See these niggas ain't right, it's about time we all get hype) We'll see 'em on the street when it's meant to be when the time is right But until then, stay cool only time'll tell When it's time to make these motherfuckers raise up and bail Set sail Get the fuck up off the block nigga Or better yet, gimme what the fuck you got I want everything from the dope to G's, expensive clothes, elbows in vogues and Lexus keys (chorus) We sendin' letters to bitches who were about to get-get it Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it Let it Be your first fuckin' lesson Zero tolerance for niggas disrespecting leather connections... Now I hear they got several niggas out to get me Puttin' out hits G, but to me they talkin' shit, see Cause they ain't holdin' a motherfuckin' thing Neither him, his hood or his motherfucking gang They let gunshots ring Every day and every night But they ain't hittin' shit, cause they ain't hittin' Mike They try with all their might, but I watch 'em all fall, big or small I'm-a fade 'em all, fool Call me crazy but I don't give a damn It's obvious to me, that they don't know who I am, cause see Them payback niggas don't go for no losses I do some wicked ass shit and watch niggas fall in coffins, often So don't try and test the Black, my knock I bust back into the motherfuckin' ??New Jack?? I stack Every night and every day And don't give a damn to what these hoe-ass niggas say (chorus 2nd version) We're sending letters to bitches who were about to get-get it Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it Let it Be your first fucking lesson zero tolerance for disrespect leather connections I'm exing these motherfuckers out like wrong answers Get a grip, I got a hold on your ass like cancer Make 'em dance, I make niggas do gymnastics Pull and try to cash this Set 'em down in caskets, yeah It's been a whole year and I still ain't fall down My shit still circulate through y'all town It's a small town but, compared to other cities It really don't matter cause the situation's still shitty Or will they get the motherfucking picture And if I shoot and miss, then I'm-a have to get ya, hit ya With something real, something harder to steal Something serious nigga, that I know you'll feel, now How many motherfuckers gonna fall when I come around How many motherfuckers like y'all gonna hear the sound I thunder on your motherfucking back Like a whip when I flip You'll hear that bitch crack your back You bitch ass niggas don't want no static I'll leave you feenin' like an addict when I work my magic It's like voodoo Coming from that swamp I might do you You'll get your ass stomped (repeat 2nd chorus) |
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These niggas ain't feelin us
It's the best kept secret, baby Down south We got women on the beach Swerve on streets Players ridin drop And the flips won't stop (Verse 1) Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it To them fools who said I couldn't do it The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined Keep on doin what you're doin That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business That's why they player-hated me Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee? It never faded me cause I know where my head is at Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin... (Chorus) Now the deeper the root The bigger the square of the loot When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine (Verse 2) It's on to the break of dawn So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm About to rock until I can't no mo' I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough Cause y'all know, as long as players turn into rappers And rappers turn into actors, all these broads'll be gettin atcha Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is? The rhymin wizard's about to show you haters what southern rhymin is I'm bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart Put it down in '94, and never gave thought Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed Fools got slung like the trash, I mash >From the scene, never seen by no witnesses Partner, don't try to play dumb, look, you know what this is Quit the biz cause y'all ain't ready for the outcome No doubt, son, I'm from the south, and never lost a bout, son (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now, don't step, or you'll get ruined, mayn I got you trippin on the way a soldier's like me over here doin things You knew the game, but you blew it again Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring Give it up or get broken down It's goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound So now you know it's a southern thing I'm handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring I'm serious, I told you that way back in '94 They wanna flow, it ain't no thing, just let the record go Didn't you know I bust from southwest to southeast? Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece So I give thanks, then it's off to the bank Protected by forces unseen, so I ain't gettin ganked As for the fakers and the haters Small things ain't nothin to a player I'm all about my paper I stacks my chips and then I break Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state Forget what another say, I'm backed up by my actions Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin Who is Big Mike? and like that I'm back atcha Partner, handle your businesss, I ain't mad atcha Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature (Chorus) |
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(Verse 1)
My lil' partner be talkin about it's been approximately Five years and four months from the day That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say You can ask Shelley, and even she'll say (hey) These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away Even Dante got a little size upon his chest Maybe it's from the reinforced teflon vest But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it's only right that I gets mine) Nah, don't go near them niggas, son, you might get shot Believe me when I tell you: things ain't the same on the block They got glocks and shit done changed For a buck and some change They might blow out your muthafuckin brains These niggas ain't thinkin when they're tryin to get a piece The only peace you better get is of mind And stay your ass inside Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty For attention hoe-ass niggas'll have a mortician ready to fit me For a suit and casket, it's gettin drastic My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad) Such a sad, sad song if you ask me Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats (Goddamn) that's exactly what I said But now my nigga's dead behind that fast life that he led Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate I live my life this way cause that way'll get a nigga stank No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit Life is precious, cherish it while you have it It's enough loot to go around for everybody to live lavish (Chorus) Everybody wants a name Everybody wants the fame People playin suicide games Tell me who's to blame For all the pain and things That we can't explain (Verse 2) Partner, it's cold outside, and the temperature's steady droppin But these niggas ain't stoppin as long as drugs sales are poppin They clockin a grand a day, muthafuck what the man will say Villains kidnappin to kill a nigga, and they plans to stay So when I sleep, I sleep with one eye closed Cos the fellas ain't the only ones schemin, even fly hoes I knows this, I seen it all in their fangs I stay alert cause muthafuckas do dirt with half a chance And I plans to be around, not six feet in the ground Kickin back with other blacks enjoyin the sound Of our kids comin up in a similar fashion Makin it happen, gettin theirs without askin Until then I keep on rollin with the punches Collectin dough in bunches, layin my head on plush shit A hunch kid,'ll get your ass a long stay But a little bit of faith'll carry a nigga a long way (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now, show me a man who ain't afraid to die, and I show you five Choose a rule, so partner, choose your side Recognize with your own eyes this ain't no false statement I'm from New Orleans, where bullshit ain't shakin You gots to qualify, be down to die These punk-ass niggas around my way thinkin they hard made it hot outside You got your pride, I got my love I'm too swift with the gift, you find no blood on my black glove Now I'm above all that chitter-chatter But a year ago you was about to throw a blow, now tell me what's the matter Collect the data, I had a year to put this out I got one more bomb in my palm, now bet I miss your house Now is you is or is you ain't? Ready to put your goddamn life on the line for that bank You better think, but partner don't think too long My people stay strong, we know where we belong (Chorus) |
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