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letra de in da beginning - dj squeeky

been paying dues since we started
now n-gga, something else retarted
we been mobbin’ since da beginning
ain’t nothin’ but them hotel appartements
southern boys outta memphis
down and dirty bout the business
y’all can’t f-ck with us, no competition
we the best and it’s no kiddin’
[verse 1: criminal manne]
wanna warm up? we can warm up, wanna jack? n-gga, we can jack
you think you deep? f-ck you, b-tch, we like the mob and we run respect
plus, i’m f-cked up in the head, meaning, ain’t got no godd-mn sense
ridin’ twenty [?] on my grill, watch yo b-tch cuz she suck d-ck
think i’m playin’? hear what i’m sayin’, ain’t no future in ya tradin’
business, business, keepin’ up a hustle, it’s that debt to you player haters
i got the best beat, mane, cuz squeek dog full of suprise
and project playaz got my back and mo cheda on the rise
cuz who the f-ck think they buck, who the f-ck think they tough
who the f-ck wanna go against this mobstas n-gga, what?
sick and tired of you haters, always tradin’, sh-t, don’t play
ain’t no talking to you, f-ck you, bring it on, in too late
(all weak ass, siss ass, trick ass, b-tch ass)
punk motherf-cker, i’m the mane, caught me down
shootin’ off, (that what you call it?) original (that what that is?)
ain’t no hatin’ motherf-cker, we the best motherf-cker (keepin’ real b-tch)
n-gga, y’all know this sh-t was originated in the mound, b-tch

[chorus: criminal manne]
been paying dues since we started
now n-gga, something else retarted
we been mobbin’ since da beginning
ain’t nothin’ but them hotel appartements
southern boys outta memphis
down and dirty bout the business
y’all can’t f-ck with us, no competition
we the best and it’s no kiddin’
[verse 2: criminal manne]
94 was my year, underground, trick, i ruled it
hoe, you know it’s the criminal manne, first of all i had to prove
to you b-tches i can rap, there’s a difference when you reppin’
more n-ggas straight up bogus, all on tape and player hate cappin’
me, myself, ain’t no caper i’m that n-gga wanting that paper
puting it down cuz i’m major, all about it now, f-ck later
i’ve got business, plenty talkin’ bout, talkin’ bout for my wild
n-ggas all on tape, screamin’ line after line
it’s a trip how they did it, take yo sh-t and rearrange it, then
bump out with yo sh-t like they made it, i’ll be d-mned
if any of those [?] we the realest, y’all some b-tches, we the best
y’all some d-ck riders, some beat stealers, some mound k!llers, we vets
from the south memphis tenn, with my folks all again
from the bay, wildin’ off to the mound, we all lit
mo cheda, mo cheda, (that’s yo pethy boy) i’m da real
all punk motherf-ckers, stop stealing our sh-t
quit the deal b-tch, (y’all know y’all can’t never compare yo sh-t b-tch)
(why? why?)

[outro: criminal manne]
beat stealers, d-ck riding motherf-cker
mo chedda rearrange this sh-t b-tch
criminal manne here to tell ya hoe

- dj squeeky

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