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letra de i ain't bullshittin - dmg

fee fi foe fum, cause i came to slam
god d-mn, its time for you to learn about the man
i peep punks off pursuadin n-ggas to pick a place
huh, on the one here comes to gun to your f-ckin face
cause i catch deep on the streets when i creep
and if by chance i happen fall asleep, don’t try ta wake me
lord for bid i got a grudge on these white folks
for holdin my n-ggas and forcin n-ggas to sell dope
so i must flush in a rush all this hush hush
i’d rather hear some noise when i go for the bum rush
strike 1, strike 2, motherf-ckin strike 3
words from that n-gga dmg hey you remember g
6-1’s how i stand a hundred and sixty pounds
pretty with my thangs, when i be gettin down
call me good, call me bad, or call me what you want
cause any way that it goes i still get what i want
take out him, take out you, take out your f-ckin crew
pop a soda, pop a brew, and pop a honkey too
ressurect you can bet that i can break a neck
with my hands in demand but i ain’t finished yet
i got the sk!lls to deal when i feel
on the real to real i k!ll when my lyrics bring dollar bills
i breaks em off, breaks em off somethin proper
proper dopper somethin like a burger king whopper
i ain’t bullsh-ttin

(chorus)
uh, yeah, i ain’t bullsh-ttin

6-4-5 13 91
is the number you can call, to reach the n-gga with mega b-lls, huh
never bullsh-t just toss me another clip
so i can like fill this sh-t, and swallow a n-ggas lip
i got em sewed, got em sewed, got em sewed up
tear a n-ggas dome up, watch a n-gga fold up
dm to the motherf-ckin g
hardcore motherf-cker when approached by an mc
homicidal black man, suicidal trigger man
menace to society i ain’t takin no shorts man
n-ggas call me lunatic, b-tches call me ludocris
f-gs call me devlish but i’m stickin to a lunatic
as i transfer lyrics bad as cancer
big staya hatcha i been waitin ta chance ya
huh, right now i’m rollin like a light
little penny n-ggas gettin bucked
so this n-gga’z gettin smack by my presence
i’m in the essence of a n-gga
the one who pulls triggas and if he’s bigga i pull another trigga
6-8’s how he stood full of indo
heads fat as bricks, enough to shatter your window
2 or 3 slugs to his face, then he h-ll squirt
7 more shots to the d-ck, put it in the dirt
cause in the ghetto i’mma say you never say ya chicken
and dmg is on this here and i ain’t bullsh-ttin

(chorus)

nuff rocks out to my n-gga stuff, b quick, scarface
and mad ron rest in peace my n-gga, i love ya man
and i’m out

- dmg

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