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Give 'Em What They Wnat
Chorus
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Give 'em what they want c'mon
Give 'em what they want c'mon
Give 'em what they want
They all can't get it
Give 'em what they want c'mon
Give 'em what they want c'mon
give it to 'em!!
owwwww!
verse #1
Cats slide to the hood, but I walk through it
Holdin' my fkin' d*ck and that's all to it
This ain't no new s**t, told you when I met cha
Show some fkin' respect, knock before ya enter
Bet cha, if its me that's comin' to get cha
Its gonna be a back down on that stretcher
For real, ya'll don't know pain
Cause ya'll don't know me
And well that's my name
Ain't a fkin' thing changed still the same
y'all got dope but rob
so be mob Y.O be hard
School street I rep that , beat and scar
Respect that and step back
Come at me sideways and get laid down where you stand
gun load**bla-dow!** with the cannons
So stop all the dirty fkin' looks
Cause y'all ain't fkin' crooks fk around and get took
Chorus
I make moves, I break rules
Pistol whip if they got fake jewels
I take tools get money with 'em
I make rules get blood in 'em
fkin' with that nigg* Earl Simmons
Will have you in the middle a The ocean...swimming
Up to creek with no paddle, y'all fk
Right when u should of bucked, y'all ducked
Stuck 'em down that's your muth*r fkin' luck what!?
Clown! what now!? keep fkin' playin'
I'm gonna keep a nigg* 6 feet deep layin'
s**t keeps sprayin' what y'all sayin?
Don't want nothing'...c'mon
y'all known for frontin'
Stop.. black! we don't take the kindly to them acts
please don't remind me a That
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