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letra de dats my dude - a-team (ransom & hitchcock)

[intro: dj big mike]
the kid big mike on his sh-t with the a-team. we’ll keep this sh-t moving. shout out to my man nelly nell, i see you on this sh-t. that’s my dude. a-team sh-t, exclusive sh-t, sh-t you not gon’ get nowhere else but on this mixtape, f-ckers, alright? hit that, man

[chorus: hitchc-ck and ransom]
if he selling bricks on the strip
(that’s my dude)
if you catch him smoking some dip
(that’s my dude)
if he rocking [?] and timbs
(that’s my dude)
and he pop his tool to the end
(that’s my dude)
if he hold it down in a cell
(that’s my dude)
do the crime, never a tell
(that’s my dude)
on the grind, running on bail
(that’s my dude)
blast your tool, i’m gangsta
ask your dudes
[verse 1: ransom]
i know n-ggas that will grab your food
eat it right in front of your face ’cause that’s how a savage move
if a n-gga running with me then that’s my dude
and if a n-gga hungry to eat, he blast his tool
that’s the rules, i ain’t make this sh-t up, cousin
if you a part of my gang throw your sh-t up, cousin
jersey n-ggas, we don’t give up thuggin’
while you’re sleep with nothing to eat, i’m on the block, still up grubbin’
i’m an animal, a warrior, a beast at the same time
hammers to your father and your niece with the same nine
cameras, recorders on the streets trying to tame crime
but i don’t care, them drugs that they found ain’t mine
what up, my dude? what’s poppin’? let’s get it [?], baby
you got the dust, the [?] to l!ck his [?], baby
we playing dice and he got cash to lose
skag to move, the chances are that’s my dude

[chorus: hitchc-ck and ransom]
if he selling bricks on the strip
(that’s my dude)
if you catch him smoking some dip
(that’s my dude)
if he rocking [?] and timbs
(that’s my dude)
and he pop his tool to the end
(that’s my dude)
if he hold it down in a cell
(that’s my dude)
do the crime, never a tell
(that’s my dude)
on the grind, running on bail
(that’s my dude)
blast your tool, i’m gangsta
ask your dudes
[verse 2: hitchc-ck]
got to sn-tch your jewels and bang fo’
make your brains hang low
when i watch families feud, it ain’t a game show
you still with the same ho
while i’m in the range ro’
when my chain glow the same color as the rainbow
that’s my dude, that’s how the [?] go
still flip ‘caine, though, you know how the game go
i just want to stack my ones, ‘fore i sn-tch your funds
slap your sons and clap my guns
i’m tearing a dutch, every time they stare in a truck
i’m smoking weed in fatigues in a pair of constructs
flossing my ring, for all my n-ggas caught in the bing
who taught me to sling, of course i’m the king
i got it locked, fam; let me hear about them talking ’bout they got grams
and i’m hopping out the truck like it’s a swat van
i don’t play with skrilla, you could get shot, man
’cause i shoot treys like miller, i got a hot hand

[verse 4: hitchc-ck]
my partners is hungry so nowadays we’re changing the rules
for my n-ggas who’s boxed in like david blaine in a cube
the same gang that’ll put your name in the news
spraying them tools, i hang with them dudes, you playing to lose
we here now, homie, we don’t have to move
and i’m ready to act a fool ’cause that’s my dude

- a team ransom hitchcock

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