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letra de target practice - 38 spesh & harry fraud

[verse 1: 38 spesh]
you see, i stay away from lames that speak to entertain
when i came out the womb, my feet was in the game
can’t complain ’cause far as the streets, i did my thing
i see sh-t out of my reach and then i aim
you think sh-t sweet, i peeped your lil’ games
a lot of n-ggas i let eat that went in vain
you made five hundred a week to sit and hang
now you wanna hate on me, that sh-t is pain
huh, i caught a case from ridin’ ’round with the strap
my lawyer said this time that i gotta relax
left my man a plug and some product to match
you should have a million dollars around the time i get back
and he did it, nine hundred thou’ to be specific
family guy, n-gga living like peter griffin
hе ain’t gon’ spend it on weed and b-tches
kept thе police out his business, not even a speeding ticket
spent cream on a defense team
if i hit you, you will sue like mitch green
n-gga got rich off dealing with sick fiends back then
now i’m in position to fix things from rapping
you cats ain’t active, you halfway trapping
my man used to think the crack game was the fastest
but weed make crack look average
green leaf changes belief like a black saint patrick
huh, attack fake rappers
you know we come to your show wearing backstage passes
n-gga, i’ma make sure your last days tragic
from the way these sh-lls fall, hope you pack rain jackets, n-gga
[verse 2: jim jones]
saucy in my block, got me gettin’ litty (i’m lit)
bring the coupes out, i’ma get ’em titties (topless)
n-ggas say they ballin’ like they in the bitties
i’m usually in the foreign when i’m in the bity (facts)
i use the passport for my registration
i’m way more political than legislation (woo)
everybody rocking masks like the head of jason
i’ll put your body on the floor, leave your head adjacent
my young n-ggas, they be praying to the scam gods
when i was young, i was dribbling like shammgod (crossover)
up and down the 95 with them grams of hard
i got a hundred on my wrist, that’s my hand of god (pray for me)
it’s water on my neck like the levee broke (woo)
we was going to the heights to get the better coke
i got a b-tch that don’t gag and she don’t never choke (nasty)
i got stars in my ceiling with no telescope

[outro: jim jones]
testing, one, two, one, two
can you hear me out there?

- 38 spesh harry fraud

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