letra de newspaper - dayton family
talking:
hey bob, yes tom, guess what i just f-cking heard man, what’s that, dayton familys tape there f-cking talking about us man and our momma’s too, ohh yea well i got something for those f-cks im’a talk about there momma’s there daddy’s and there whole f-cking family there gonna wish they never said sh-t about the news paper hahaha.
shoestringrapping:
that’s right cut them lights off we gonna ride n-gg-. 1996, 97 night time bout 93 degree’s you know how to do it baby, leaving n-gg-‘s bl–dy is the nuttiest for the nine six, more blades than oj since my clict be pimps we aint buying sh-t we 4 deep in the grand prix, system wanna band me, harlem green can’t stand me so he’s locking up the family, these copa’s wanna beat ya, and they treat ya like they daddy, you sucka motha f-cka’s badge busta’s ya’ll aint had me, send the shots out to the journal white b-tch’s i don’t sleep with ya, motha f-ck your story still ’cause shoestring rules the media, hatdcore say no more f-ck you and your newspaper momma should have fought you and told you not to f-ck a playa, im talking bout the black race you b-tches aint sh-t but bad look, should be trying to help a n-gg- instead you f-ckin his name up, sayin what ya wanna and ya gonna ’cause you richa, so im’a get’ya lying -ss ’cause you paint your own picture, who you think you talking to quit f-cking with dayton avenue we aint fearin sh-t b-tches not even the boys in blue, journal since you know so much there’s no reason there’s no excuse tell me who killed dat, trick, colouis and that n-gg- juice, it could have been the jailbirds they say it was the? they hunted him like a horse and beat that boy with no remorse, you bout to have a heart attack, b-tchs j i said that, these motha f-ckin n-gg-‘s from these hoods want they corners back, copp’as like to lie and scheme popo’s aint sh-t but feans, when it comes to f-cking up another motha f-cka’s dreams, boomin ready f-ck the fedi and they petty crime, see me on switches now these snitches wanna drop a dime, copp’as in tree’s on they knee’s as they creep’s and crawls, no need to panic but you busta’s let’em sqeeze yo ballz, your under presure when they sweat so you talking quick, pist off yo b-tch now she done gave the fed’s yo brick, yo mouth is bigga than the motha f-ckin aligator so f-ck so system and motha f-ck yo newspaper
[quorus]girl singing:
this sh-t that you doooo, the sh-t that you sayyyyyy, wont f-ck with my mind wont f-ck up my dayyy, you keep talking sh-t while you catchin newpapers, so motha f-ck what you thought and motha f-ck yo newspaper
bootleg rapping:
get yo mind off ira’s business maybe you can find you some, though bootleg wasn’t comin back i bet you b-tchs feelin dumb, makin n-gg-‘s numb ’cause when i come i come like h-rny men, f-ckin for the first time and aint never gonna get no -ss again, hoes all in my thunderbird and the b-tch don’t even know my flavor, talkin bout my federal case bring gossip with your friends and neighbors, b-tch im to legit to quit, breakin hoes and n-gg-s off you want my clict to go ’cause we make you clict look weak and soft, you n-gg-s p-ss me off you know my buisness like you know yo kids, all up in the club talking bout some sh-t you heard that ira did, b-tch im just a man out here struggalin to make his pay, life is hard enough without your rumors standin in my way, ira this, bootleg that, b-tch you havin dorsey strokes, aint got no life of your own so you hang around all these other folks, in the ghetto is no joke, crabs in a bucket bath, when you try to get ahead they pull you down that aint never gone change, i use to be nieve get caught up in what these b-tchs think, what these b-tchs think didn’t put no food or dishes in my sink, dissing me like i.c.e c you be e publicity, why you in my buisness that one fact remains a mystery, chemistry to diss a g, why you playa hatin me, that killa with buisness that’s everything yo b-tch -ss wanna be, you rappin styles i used to rap, tappin hoes i been done tapped, dayton aint ever changed we put this motha f-cka on the map, motha f-ck yo talkin stalkin hawkin like a play hata, i f-cked yo sister and f-ck you and motha f-ck yo newspaper
quorus
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