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letra de frayser is my area - dj sound

[verse 1: mc money]
b-tch, i’m a real ass n-gga, so you busters better make way
a trick gettin’ served from a n-gga like me, day by day
see, money is on my mind, and you know i gotta make a stain
so give me all your cheese, your jewelry, and your dope, mane
you think i’m out for fun and games, and everything’s a joke
but, b-tch, you ain’t gon’ smile when you see my sh-t up your throat
you made the wrong move when you’re dealin’ with a psycho
’cause once you f-ck with me, i k!ll your mommy and your daddy, ho
i’m quick to lose my temper, one of you b-tches talkin’ noise
as soon as i k!ll one, i can take out all you bustеr boys
these bullets that i sеnd is gonna make you n-ggas scatter
’cause once you hear a cl!ck, the rest goes rata-tata-tata
i k!lled you with the quickness ’cause i thought you had some static
ready to cl!ck on a b-tch, with my loaded automatic
you talk your ass off, like there’s somethin’ you wanna do
jealous ass b-tch, that’s why a n-gga wanna k!ll you
back up off me with that, boy, you’ll end up in my dust
’cause, b-tch, i’m mc money, and you know i’m f-ckin’ dangerous
n-gga, you think i’m scared, but this glock ain’t really scared of you
don’t step up in my face, b-tch, ’cause frayser is my area

[chorus: gangsta gold & lil bay]
ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud
ridin’ ar–ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud

[verse 2: gangsta gold]
buck, buck a n-gga like you down
i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga, ’cause i’m a trick k!ller
i’m gunnin’ for your head, better watch your step
i’m known to blow your ass off, b-tch, bet you i can hold my rep
n-ggas, they can bite my dust, ’cause i’m f-ckin’ dangerous
please don’t let me catch you slippin’, ’cause i’ll quickly k!ll your pimpin’
send you straight to h-ll, where we’re gods, i’m a psycho
you aimin’ at me, i’m aimin’ at you, but you gon’ die, ho
as i pull out the glock, and leave you lyin’ in the street
your parents, they can’t take a look, ’cause they don’t hear no heart beatin’
if you got ana, see, i’m straight outta frayser
call up my n-ggas in the cl!ck, and they’re gon’ blaze ya’, then
’cause your ass d-ckin’ and duckin’, and jumpin’ and hidin’ from the situation
i had to prove my point, and left you dead to your destination
yes, i be in north memphis, ridin’ around in smokey city
for that n-gga on the corner, b-tch, i got no pity
i smoke a n-gga like a junt, and put him in a pine box
death double g on the top, i leave ’em dead on the scene for the cops
for you, boy, i got my infrared, ready to bury ya’
you better watch your step, ho, ’cause frayser is my area

[chorus: gangsta gold & lil bay]
ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud
ridin’–ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud

[verse 3: gangsta gold & mc money]
within the blink of an eye, i pull the tone
no sweat’s drippin’ from my head, as i cap you in your dome
you sayin’ i’m a b-tch, and i can’t hold my end
money funny, just clocked out a ho and slapped your ass in the wind
the power of a bullet which i send straight to you
activated through the glock, leavin’ your body split in two
they don’t know me, mane, ’cause i k!ll a sissy punk
you better watch your step before you fall up in a trunk
some n-ggas, they be scared, but they don’t want to admit
try to be so hard, end up gettin’ their wig split
don’t get caught slippin’, ’cause your life i will hold
on the stalk, with my yalk, and my n-gga gangsta gold
n-gga you think i’m scared, but this glock ain’t really scared of ya’
don’t step up in my face, b-tch, ’cause frayser is my area

[chorus: gangsta gold]
ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud
ridin’–ridin’ around in frayser, smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud
ridin’–ridin’ around in frayser—
ridin’–ridin’ around in frayser—
ridin’–ridin’ around in frayser smokin’ a quarter ounce of bud

- dj sound

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