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letra de stalkin' with da yalk - dj sound

[chorus: mc money, dj sound & k-rino]

mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range

[verse 1: mc money]
you hoes tried to pretend, and lived it by gettin’ shot
run up on a pimp and get popped with my nine-glock
you n-ggas are gettin’ jealous from the status of my stack
and if you try to take it, b-tch, i’ll cap you in your back
i’m fiendin’ for the blood of the n-gga that i scope
’cause b-tches i leave (?) behind are thе smoke
i’m k!llin’ a n-gga dead as soon as they makе a sound
loadin’ up my weapon, so i go another nine rounds
the practice of a psycho with a mission to complete
takin’ n-ggas out, as i put ’em six feet deep
i really don’t care, ’cause anger’s in my blood
insane is what i game when i tell them what i’m made of
constantly gettin’ a kick, as i k!ll a n-ggaro
’cause once i k!ll a n-gga, crime asylum is a dirty ho
every time i’m around, see, n-ggas begin to die
they never see my face, all they know is m-o-n-e-y
never fallin’ short ’cause see, i’m pullin’ triggers
’cause b-tches can’t take it when i start to k!ll their n-gga
see, n-ggas on my back for the cheese, for the luck
l!ck up my ass, b-tch, ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
[chorus: mc money, dj sound & k-rino]

mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range

[verse 2: gangsta gold]
to all you gold diggers with your hands out
stick ’em out to me and i’ma put somethin’ in your mouth
i’m feelin’ kinda mad from the static of my green
stickin’ your head like a 14-carat gold ring
n-ggas got it bad, want to live off a b-tch
i’m clockin’ fourty hours a week, and see my n-ggas gettin’ rich
this tec-9 will stop a n-gga dead in his tracks
he put his best foot forward, but these buckshots put ’em back
intention of a k!ller with a designated place
i’m kickin’ out the n-ggas that dig it, so watch the triple six on my face
on my back, on my hand, quickly when you violate
you on your knees prayin’, fool, stupid ass, it’s too late
momma should’ve told you not to f-ck with the clout
she brought you in this world, but i’ma quickly take you out
you wantin’ all my money for the materials that you’re fiendin’
your life for my money, b-tch, a swap with the demon
it’s all in the eyes, so you better watch wherever they go
i look to the left, and to the right, where i stop, there’s a dead ho
see, these n-ggas is on my back for the cheese, for the luck
l!ck up my ass, b-tch, ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
[chorus: mc money & dj sound]

mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
mc money and gangsta gold
stalkin’ with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range

[outro: gangsta gold]
double g and mc, k!llin’ n-ggas quick
addin’ up their bodies that we k!ll like arithmetic
creepin’ through the hood, and the n-ggas start to scatter
they hear this little mac goin’ rata-tata-tata

- dj sound

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