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Ludacris
Ludacris
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Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
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Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
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Rashawna Guy
Rashawna Guy
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Bobby Sandimanie
Bobby Sandimanie
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A. Wilson
A. Wilson
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Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
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Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
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What the fuck's up? DTP in this motherfucker And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas is ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna Let's show these motherfuckers how we disturb their peace Get the fuck back, bitch Fuck that, get the fuck back, Luda make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Fuck that, get the fuck back, D-low make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Bronson, motherfucker, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak, and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many tried to hustle with Dealer, then went broke? Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I got enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupees (uh) I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locker See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gon' ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark Bust through his vest, bust through his chest Sleepy hollows laid the niggas to rest, uh Fuck that, get the fuck back, Luda make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Fuck that, get the fuck back, Shawnna make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight (yo) What you know about projects, hoes, and murder? Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, tryna scheme the workers Whole lotta feds got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on the block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em lose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas All of y'all is half-nice, half-thugs, and half-assed Only time I'm goin' half is half on a half But I use a full clip, 'cause I'm a full-fledged killer Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer Fuck that, get the fuck back, Luda make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Fuck that, get the fuck back, Fate make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representers Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes? I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape You best pump brakes 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze I leave niggas like burps, excuse Just keep on pissin' me off like a weak kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary These people tryin' to scrub the red off, stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thing 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the K Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'ma spray Fuck that, get the fuck back, we make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Fuck that, get the fuck back, we make your skull crack Tuck that, bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that, put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Bang-bang, kill a man, let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty, insane They put me in a ward, I'ma have to maintain But when I hit bricks, won't a damn thing change Bang-bang, kill a man, let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty, insane They put me in a ward, I'ma have to maintain But when I hit bricks, won't a damn thing change
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Shondrae L Crawford, Arbie Wilson, Christopher Bridges, Rashawna Guy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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