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Feat Da Brat, Krayzie Bone & Dee Money
Da Brat talking
Chorus
nigg*, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x
Krayzie Bone
Motherfker, go get you some
Get off my d*ck, b*tch, get out my mix and tell me where the real at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigg* get fried to this
To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfker
What you really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
Buster, hit'em in they s**t anyway (hey)
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real , that's all I gotta say
You fkin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't s**t to be fked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful
The nigg* the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
Make a nigg* close shop, sho nuff
Showstopper, fkin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigg*, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that
Da Brat
I ain't fixin' to be the b*tch to procastinatin'
wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfker , the hotter I get the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content send other girls to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigg* be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
nigg*, we can fk free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
When 'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfkers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Chorus
Dee Money Verse 3
See everywhere I go, I feel like be tryin' to get me stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fk
Knockin' girls and that nigg* got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
can't fk with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all in the corner
Back and forth, like "fk that little guy"
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' godd*mn self
How you s**t on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigg* would sign to So So Def
I'm a 9th ward soulja
Never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all don't really need to say s**t
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
And take heed to what my nigg* sayin' in the hook
Chorus til end
