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letra de duck - d-shot

[intro: e-40 and b-legit]
look what they done, look what they done
out and in, in and out
somebody say
in and out, out and in
in and out
somebody say, from the beginning to the end

[verse 1: e-40]
somebody tell me where my weeples at
somebody tell me where my dudes at
why you m-th-f-ckas beef when m-th-f-ckas most needy?
tanked out, gettin’ tweeded
while i’m strapless, loose as a goose, poor excuse
ridiculous and drunk off that alcohol, squabbin’
back up against the wall, mobbin’
bobbin’ and weavin’, still breathin’
they keep comin’, a hundred
this way, i’m outnumbered

[verse 2: b-legit]
i gets busy, put ’em on ’em
gets loose in the wind, and don’t know ’em
’cause when i show ’em what i got and what i do
they be lurkin’, tryna stick to a n-gga like glue
but, f-ck you
i’m a playa like filthy, tryna strive
back seat, special brew st. ides
so when i ride, i’m bulletproof with the strap
but i’d rather get f-cked up, keyed, and tached
[chorus]
bust, bust, bust, they don’t want none of us
in and out, out and in, m-th-f-ckas betta
duck, duck, duck, n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
in and out, out and in

[verse 3: d-shot]
they couldn’t deal with the fame
‘specially when i transferred game
enhancing my sk!lls by usin’ my brain
i took it to the next
all of a sudden comes big respect
the life i’m livin’ ain’t cool for a playa, playa
’cause everything a n-gga do is straight major
you think them n-ggas lovin’ you for bein’ a mack?
you think them n-ggas lovin’ you and got yo back?
the only n-gga got yo back is number one
that’s why a n-gga like myself carry gun

[verse 4: e-40]
you know what, it’s a drought, pimp
you think we’re finished?
nah, nah, pimp, n-gga we got chemists
cooks, chefs, kilograms
chops, techs, pots and pans
[verse 5: b-legit]
i don’t smoke brown weed, i smoke county greens
big pimpin’, loadin’ up magazines
and ride down on a perpetrator
hit ya now and get ya later

[chorus]

[verse 6: b-legit]
i got a call from the lawyer, he was tellin’ me, loc
b, you betta watch who you call yo folks
it seems to me, sh-t ain’t too tight
i got the paperwork, black on white
your homeboy sung like lou rawls
told everything he knew, he had loose jaws
and with the new laws, you’ll come up short
so he bet’ not make it to the court

[verse 7: e-40]
uhh ya-yank him out the game mayne, out the game mayne
yank him out the game mayne, out the game mayne
it gets mannisher and mannisher
mo’ keys than a janitor
n-gga’s disrespected, time to put down a thirty second check
and i take it that he don’t reckon, but i got the biggest weapon
them zips, them zones, them baltic cloned phones
them million dollar spots, hundres dollar knocks
stay away from wishy-washy ass n-ggas
always lookin for a c-uh-come up ass n-ggas
[verse 8: d-shot]
i had a son at the age of like seventeen
got sent to jail at the age of like eighteen
sittin’ in that cell, thinkin’ about the things that i did
sittin’ in that cell, made a playa shed some tears
i’m havin’ thoughts, suicidal intentions done came
but now, them thoughts almost drove a playa insane
until my momma told me this
son, you gon’ get out one day, so don’t trip
just keep yo mind on the man up above
you do yo part, and he gon’ show you some love
he gon’ show you some love, one more time

[chorus]

- d shot

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