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letra de hood muzik - memphis bleek

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cheah
know what this sh-t sound like right n-gg-s?
that old gun out music in the hood right?
you hear it n-gg-, don’t be scared n-gg-
my n-gg-s is wit’ me, we focused man, yeah
get low in the building, y’know, n-gg-
let’s do it, c’mon, yo

it’s gettin’ hot so the shorts is on
gotta tote the snub it’s too warm for the long, n-gg-
you could p-ss me to baby’s zoo
one shot’ll turn a n-gg- face into baby food, blah

get it clear, now why they lookin’ for saddam
weapons of m-ss destruction is here
i got a few in my hood
in case a n-gg- ever get the feelin’ and he think that he could

or would, pull sket on me
i could show you first hand what’s a felony
and a hobby and the process of gettin’ money is nothing
i’m not sosa, but the dogs is coming

this is not not, no, no, motherf-cking game
entertain you motherf-ckers is not why i came
it’s r.o.c. and m.o.p.
i wipe floors wit’ little n-gg-s for f-ckin’ wit’ my team

my n-gg- think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest mc
but yo big, tell god i said naah, ‘cuz he throw like a b-tch
when he threw it he missed, the niceset mcs is right here
why the f-ck you throw it over there

the whole rap game turned into a 2-pac-a-don
gangsta boy boppin’, with his nuts and c-ck in your palm
playa p-ss the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
now you got your 2-pac costume on

first of all, y’all n-gg-s gon’ need more songs
this m.o.p. n-gg- we put it down
motherf-ckers trying to figure me out
wanna see what a n-gg- be ’bout

but if i told ya, i predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
and the death of my mother you’d probably think i’m crazy as f-ck
rumor has it that i’m half past the seventh hour
naw n-gg-, i’m a quarter to eight, m.o.p.

now let me clear this up for you youngun, bill still comin’
the ville still gunnnin’
runnin’ i come from the browns where n-gg-s don’t play fair
it’s no love lost ‘cuz it was never none there

put me in a position to blast
i’ll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin’ for b-ss
so once you ramblin’, take you, drape you and break you
to small pieces and fedex your fingers to one of your nieces

we hold fort, we don’t give a f-ck about you
ask them bouncers we’ll stomp the sh-t out you
bill’s, not concerned wit’ a turn and it’s the shine
‘cuz every step along the line i’ma take mine, n-gg-

in ’87, i started my career
i’ll jump back and get it goin’ this year
i live my life, in crime time b-tch
and that’s about the size of it

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