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Verse 1:
It aint ove yall i got some s**t on my chest these bittin beats given me
reasons to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them
clowns up 3rd wall stockem' we gon dragem' threw the fkin river s**t is
realer than it ever been, them suckas playin knowin how the U spin the benz,
and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya crib kill ya kids and
ya momma too, then find you and make you pay for what you done mah dogg, dirty
dirty gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off, i smoked a marbol to try to keep
myself stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, capable to take
another one out, loose lips sank ships shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima
ride out after i kill and destroy this is revenge for my lil nigg* Bad as*
Yellow Boy
Chorus:(chorus 2x)
You can copy all you want
you can ever try to sing it
but none of yal can bring it like we bring it
this aint no remake or sella we the real machoy
this is revenge for my lil nigg* Bad as* Yellow Boy
Verse 2:
Big tight wit mah group and i'm makin them guns ring masked up dressed in black
and i'm throwin them things, kept it blowin on tha top 4 for about 4 years but
now you gots to pay dealers no more tears, yeah tha rumor done got out
UNLV comein agian, motha fka that means nobody's ?????
take a blow to the group we troups we neva die, i told yall mother fkers time
after time, we uptown livin violent violent nowi'm ride for tha skae of
just ridin, the hood mackin flexs h*t tha block and i'll be hidin revenge to
what yall did to one of mah friends, i got my money right nah we can go to war
spend the benz all that yappin but i'lll get loaded agian don't make me shoot a
bad in go to cave ya girls chest in how i'm a ride out afta i kill and
destroy this is revenge for my lil nigg* Bad as* Yellow Boy, called shots like
i did blood gocked...
(chorus 2x)
Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full tint leave a note around
his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the liquor store
c*cked a 4 kick tha door he screemed like a hoe yall don't shoot me nomore, FA
SHO, ya better be lookin for some bullet proof headgear fk tha dumb s**t i'm
takin dome shots this year knock ya down like they did st. thomas leave girls
in shock and hit tha wall
I hide behind the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man
rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put that evil on mah
mind while i wait to buck this nigg* with this 9 so stop cryin which one of you
motha fkas got the nuts to run up on us its like a bonuswhen i get to use tha
mack 90 get real grindy scadadle to the west so you can't find me i can motha
fka doin 90
I got these hostage bite and gotta stop b*tch eerthing we make you
b*tch's jock and try to copy it ride on out i don't want no motha fkin dap
now who killed mah boy yella aka fella hard head rapper crushin ya bone i be
eager to kill a nigg* dumb his body in the river on tha reala boy i'm a
familiar garilla yall know i'm still standin thuggin huffin and puffin you
thuggin tha hood mack flex and hit tha block and start tha bustin
( 3 gun shots)
chorus 2x