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letra de niggas don't know - dice

[verse 1]
n-ggas don’t know, ’til i’m done wit’
i’m stroking the sets when it’s first lit
pass the forty-oh, then i shall spit
all ridiculous style they can’t f-ck wit’
it’s time to pack up the nine and act up
and peel your caps, it won’t slack up
to dj quickwack
the young hoe who dissed me, yo, give me my d-ck back
back from h-ll and smoking a cigarette
dice the young n-ggas i ain’t scored the trigger yet
so when i’m ready to put head to bed, he lie
be prepared to grab your motherf-ckin’ eye
and pop a need a brand new bag i see
the final clause should be in front of lp
and n-ggas be swearin’ they runnin’ sh-t
i’m mafia, n-gga suck my d-mn d-ck
you’re off it, talk, talk, disrupt your pre-pop
banana must be smokin’ that ice stuff
watch your cover when i’m packin’ my steel, son
takin’ lyrics and n-ggas slippin’ like wilson
i whip like two packets are empty
bullsh-t video cost of buck fifty
the eyes of redheads are swollen
smokin’ the pot too, and back the old golden
bullsh-t ’em, slay forget ’em, f-ck with ’em
crack the oe, i gotta rock with ’em
then i howl, then i smack, then i pound
chill and break this motherf-cker down!
[chorus]
i’m just a payin’ a price
yeah, it’s the motherf-ckin’ dice
i’m just a payin’ a price
yeah, it’s the motherf-ckin’ dice
i’m just a payin’ a price
rollin’ with the motherf-ckin’ dice
i’m just a payin’-payin’-p-payin’-p-payin’ a price

[verse 2]
rollin’ with a dice, you majesty
my strong made the tracks a tragedy
rob’s catastrophe, n-ggas don’t know me
so i fade the trigger back real slowly
i’m tough like an afro, hit up a dope throat
warmed the soul of the eskimo
a back alley warrior up against
i’m the n-gga with a cage with a long trench
and brothers try to shackle and chain me in
i give ’em looks like the old man of damien
they all dreaded like the d-mn millennial
huh, i’m not a devil, but i’m still tasmanian
i choked the nine like a b-tch, g
and unload it like i’m p-ssin’ upon the tree
and n-ggas have doubt
but must’ve forgot about
i’m the n-gga who blew your mom’s m-ffed up
and dice in the street and ready to map it up like defeat
warnin’, best to keep me away from heat
words are bigger than birdie, i can vary like dirty
smoke a cigar, loaded up to thirty-thirty
once upon a time, a n-gga tried to front in real
he stepped up and boom boom like a nine mil
and now i’m ready to rack and ran shack a tax with dmac
sharp as a motherf-ckin’ razorback
[chorus]
yeah, i’m just a payin’ a price
rollin’ with the motherf-ckin’ dice
yeah, i’m just a payin’ a price
rollin’ with the motherf-ckin’ dice
i’m just a payin’ a price
treating in a 1990
i’m just-just a like payin’ the f-cked up
d-d-d-di-di-dice

[verse 3]
i got the remedy to hunt like sam yosemite
bustin’ at bugs but bunnies ain’t my enemy
i design the rhyme of the third kind
then recline with the white irish rose wine
then into your jam with a temperature
freeze the mic like old man went to
huh, d-i-c-e but k-i-double l
and walk off with the buds between the fingernails
now, this n-gga you don’t know
like dogs don’t eat p-ssy and n-ggas don’t eat alcohol
and i’m a hound a n-gga then pound a n-gga
bad brother, dice behind the trigga
packin’ a car being raised supreme
rhymes and phrases sharp like a guillotine
push you apart, i’m not hungry, but i’m bogart
detroit murderers call me black bart
i slice and dice like freddy
cook motherf-ckers but my name ain’t betty crocker
dow, dundee, so who wanna f-ck with me?
no one, ’cause n-ggas don’t know me

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