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letra de the get down - da manchuz

[intro: dee]
these fake -ss n-gg-s better recognize
ya’ll don’t know about the squad
yo, yo, yo

[dee:]
ya’ll n-gg-s wanna get it poppin’ off?
son, i spit with the force like a 44 shot let off
believe me, my automatic tongue don’t jam, i never heard of this man
but i’m about to murder this man, a verbalist man
equiped with metaphors, that spit that i’ll sh-t
you and your click couldn’t deal with me, uh
my murder click, me, g, kwan and face
never hesitate to make sh-t up like pool tape
you need a miracle f-cking with this imperial n-gg-
that’s mad lyrical from the physical to the spiritual
sixteen bars of h-ll, on dateline
once the track split, i react and rape the b-ssline

[chorus: q-plex]
yo, we spit one, clip one, hit one
you missed, son, send a kite to get done
as long as the clip run, we bound to make it stick, son
we done when the clip done, never run when the clip, done

[g-note$:]
lay the smackdown on clowns, we can get down, however
you wanna do it, with guns, rhymes, beats
yo, the stove taste better than your flow, pa
you sound like a b-tch, your mic skills wear bras
yeah, you lyrical, n-gg-, but that don’t mean sh-t
i rock street, it’s nothing to make a hit song
you know how i do, i gets it on and popping
i know how you do, rocking thong thong thongs
i write like a beast, king kong, kid
me and my n-gg-s spit verses back and forth like ping pong
ring the f-cking alarm, it’s fire in here
we evaporate all that bullsh-t you spit
go back to the lab, meditate, dig in the crates
you need to sample some james brown, and f-ck with these sounds
you know how i do, it’s g-note$, the hottest n-gg- out
no doubt, it’s nothing

[chorus]

[babyface fensta:]
i keep it thorough, rep my borough to the fullest
you ain’t the illest or the realest
you ain’t a killa, you inc a murda
you think, your pen’s explosive, you ain’t ready for war
i give it to you raw like wwf
you stone cold, like the rock?
it doesn’t matter, do you smell what’s cooking?
your -ss is gr-ss, you just a preliminary bout
i’m the main event, your figures ain’t major
you a c-minor, you all sound like little jigga’s
since the death of biggie, everybody jiggy
wake up, smell the coffee, you commit suicide
for silver and tails of gold
my n-gg-s want platinum plaques, f-ck that
i’m a sell out, i want all my products sold out

[chorus x2]

- da manchuz

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