Тональность: F minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so
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I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm about to say
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The rhyme was tight, and it went this way
And I own my briefcase with
some crumbled weed
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Shiesty niggas keep staring at me
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I have my 4 -5 and my 4 -4
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I put one on my briefcase so
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them niggas'll know
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Lives could get took,
that's it, just like the book
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Leave you on a meat hook,
smoke a fat blunt on my couch
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With my feet up while you get took
For your screw, hundred dollar bill,
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take your pill, motherfucker
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Why you bullshittin'?
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This shit is real
I ain't no 12 -inch,
you can't mix me up in this bullshit
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I got full clips, and alone I do my shit
So trust me, your information's faulty
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An d I wouldn't eat you,
cause your meat's too salty
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I'd rather step through a fire ring
with some gasoline draws
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Than fuck with you,
cause you the type of nigga that'll tell him everything you saw
With my
Big
Bad 40
Auto
Mag
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20 -sack nigga, get your money back if
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you don't think you off that crud
Knack, motivated, totally undominated
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I got that sickness and a remnant,
my mama made it, easy for me I didn't have to work
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14 years old in the back drinkin'
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O .E. like her, now wait just the other day
A friend of mine,
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told me to write me a tight ass rhyme, so
I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm
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about to say, the rhyme was tight and it went this way,
I know it's been a long time, I
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shouldn't have left you, without a tight rhyme to step to,
think of all them weak ass albums
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you slept through, well I'm your medicine,
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sorry I kept you, went to my brother's house,
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without a doubt, twisted one up with a nigga,
smoked him out, got to writing some of that
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sick made my own back fade type script,
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high enough to write a whole career full of shit
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I mean blitzed, toe up, drunk, high, stuck, ready to fuck,
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throw up, mad I got my cheddar
cheese ass nigga know what,
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I don't hold no grudge I just ain't fucking with you no more,
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mission stay sick maiden don't let nothing penetrate my
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barricade barricade barricade barricade barricade
Talk him about lynch this talking that banana
don't even let it knock you just do this
You know what saying?
Represent it.
Sick money.
For life, you know?
Got the swos, niggas.
We gon' do this.
For now.
We ain't gon' even trip off
of these niggas.
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It's all to the good.
Hook up.
Saying they got the hook up,
but don't got it.
For now.
It's all to the
Just gave birth to a...
Just gave...
Just gave birth to a hop stick
just gave birth to a hop stick
I bet a better judge to shine
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