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| Das Efx Miscellaneous Hard Like A Criminal Verse one Well biggedy bust a mover I biggedy be the trooper cause i'm slammin I'm ready to check this jam That this I'm audi, i'm riggedy rollin four deep, don't sweat it I'm troopin it with my niggaz, east new york is where i'm headed I'm friggedy freshly dipped, cold as shit but money i'm rugged I'm rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it Yo fellaz, let's giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin? You you stupid (they must be wildin...-= is that them stinkin?) Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving You're staring, you beady eyed bastard link Whaddya think dick? i'm comin around the train and bumrush ya Give me a ten foot pole and i wouldn't even touch ya Hey lady, i see you sittin by the conductor Thinkin that i'm a nigga, you figure i wanna fuck ya Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think i'm slingin Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now i'm audi I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think i'm rowdy and Verse two The people love it I'm swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged They got me upstate troop, so fuck it In penile, i'm hard as a fuckin brick i wreck shop Money grip, i'm up in the yard fightin kids till i drop But, i'm out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel Cause i pack, steel, i got the back, wheel And plus i got the yung and the resless watchin my back, still Because i'm runnin the ave again I'm back in the game with my neighbor Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor And i'm wid it, my cousin's throwin a jam tonight i figures That i'm bringin all my guns and i'm bringin all my niggaz (don't go hangin out with no niggaz...-= that's the life, that i lead) You figgedy fuck around you lay around i told my cousin First kill the flex, word is born i'ma bug him We spiggedy spark the buddha now i got the devil in me I'm sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney I'm packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends Twenty deep and two deep, a b-m-w and a benz, rollin Verse three Brrr, it's cold as shit, liggedy split i think we're here g Fuck i forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me Yo stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in Well there go the block she live on and i think that's her buildin Let the games begin i'm packin my steel with nuff dreads In front of the buldin shit's thick cause all i could see was nuff heads But i know them, we're spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz Awww shit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that I'm ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at? Let's see, none of them kids right there heard of shorty Whadup duke, any y'all niggaz heard about this party? Who the fuck are you g? you couldn't be talkin to me hops Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick I'm ready to catch a body so you might get had quick A'ight g, i'll biggedy back up but kill the yappin Don't play me for no sucker motherfucker it won't happen Yo fellaz, let's biggedy break north before i flip I'm sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit Punk what? you stupid motherfuck, is you crazy? I'm liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you're swayze I'm ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill So i tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill Yo what the fuck you doin man? (blam-blam) (ohh shit) What the fuck, now what? Where your man at now g, what? Yo blitz, yo blitz yo let's be out Figgedy fuck it I caught another body now i'm back up State doin a year and a half until my court date |
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