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letra de on my momma - big scoob

[chorus: boogie man]
mama
i keep the gripper for these n-gg-s, and an aditude that’ll keep me in the picture, n-gg-
on my mama, i keep it g cause i was tought to be
riding with the people that love me, walk with me
so bool, n-gg- you ain’t built for it
cause all we use is choppers when it’s time to k!ll for it
so keep the 2’s if you wanna see what we show for it
we coming straight from a black hood, n-gg-s know it

[verse 1: boogie man]
n-gg- it’s real where i’m from
a town where k!llers everywhere
music for your chevy, submited for your approval
linked with boogie, i’m a g, a little more than you’re used to
so f-ck you, dude
got a bullet in the chamber
i clash with a n-gg- [?] bang ya
it’s bout to get big, cause i feel it and imma take it there
slammer we been with, [?]
yeah wish a motherf-cker would
cause i’m loving f-cking with the choppers smashing pumpkins
bullets get to tumbling, it’s all bad
i’m saving private ryan when i’m dumping on your -ss
i be in that
n-gg-s getting done up with no mask
their future’s looking darker when i whip out the big mack
i got my chopper [?]
all black [?]
b-tch n-gg-s fall back, and that’s on my

[verse 2: big scoob]
sit down, [?] turn
who’s calling? boogie need me, man, he sounded concerned
grab the chopper, load it propper, we ready to spit
i’m like the doctor with this chopper, i’m precise with these clips
i can smell the [?], that’s my reason for breathing
see i’m a heathen, when it’s time, i’ll make you see jesus
sh-t is real, we k!ll, murder and steal
if i get k!lled, take them n-gg-s still back to the field
tell my homies not to cry for me, i die for the field
poor some wiskey, then go ride in them loaded weals
let these p-ssys know this soldier’s so [?] k!lled
f-ck that, i’m the big one, i’m the best in the field
can’t be fazed when that chopper’s chopping at the gate
like i’m crazed, that chopper muzzle’s calling my name
lord of war’s what i’m on, even standing alone
i’m in the zone, and i’m putting that on my

[verse 3: mon. e.g. the ghostwriter]
yes sir, on my mama, i’m a gunner
2 k’s and 2 drums on your b-mper
rear view been shattered, [?]
falosity ryms [?]
grab that yoppa, mj was [?]
7 days a week, i clutch 9 clips
for 50, no ducking from the reefer
leave you leaking
i’m the hood, got me preaching to the streets
new day to rock frames, i’m a rockstar
my cousin james tatted up like a box car
my cousin trae dig up m’s like a backyard
yeah imma show you what i’m rappin bout
wait 8 years, recerfis then knock them out
the sunburn never felt this dope
we f-cking with big scoob and boogie man’s my bro
on my

- big scoob

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