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letra de everything ya got - d-block

[verse 1: sheek louch]
put ’em in the air, motherf-cker, or pop back
show me that that gun work, you talking is like that
’cause i’ma take everything, to the engagement ring
to a little italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing
sheek on his pirate sh-t, 1 patch, 1 room [?]
working out, eating salmon, on some diet sh-t
waiting for n-ggas to c-ck back and try it sh-t
f-ck that, i go to war with the blue suit
just for fun, i clap at n-ggas that’s too cute
eat a d-ck, you ain’t saying nothing sl!ck to a can of oil
i used to run around with a stick and [?] foil
had to fall back, ’cause my mama blood pressure would boil
used to roll with universal, but that sh-t was [?]
now with cotch, i think i’ll cop everything
i don’t play, i aim at your head and say
n-gga

[verse 2: j-hood]
i take everything you got, like a n-gga on [?]
[?] sh-t flip twice, and put it on my man [?]
i ain’t asking you for sh-t, [?] make you come out [?]
p miller style, uh, i’ma see if he ’bout it
i want everything, b-tch, strip down to your socks
just for thinking you can f-ck with j-hood and d-block
[?]
you already know what it is, n-gga, you [?]
you used to having [?] now it’s owned by me
[?] f-ck back before i call louch and p
i don’t need to at all, i handle y’all on my dolo
y’all disgusting with this h0m- rap, it’s f-cking up my mojo
i done took everything, y’all could possibly give
shut your mouth and be happy, that i’m letting you live
split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]
[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]
[verse 3: styles p]
take everything you got, like you gave it, n-gga
catch you at the a.t.m., go in your savings, n-gga
or else get hit with the sh-t that i’m waving, n-gga
give up your cable, n-gga
or i’ma make sure you disabled, n-gga
not able to move, or able to speak
that’s how it is if a n-gga ain’t able to eat
i could see the victim in him, the b-tch in him
while i get the money, i [?] in him
sentimental n-gga, moving slow, gun b-tt him in the temple, n-gga, tell his ass hurry up
or we gon’ hit him in he stomach with the pump
let it dump till this man thinking he throwing f-cking curry up
you know the ghetto real, you know the motto
we get them fore they get us
bury them for they bury us
never put my sh-t away
blow a splif away
asking them b-tch n-ggas, wouldn’t you like to get away?

- d block

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