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letra de pure dope - doom shop productions

[intro: ?]
[?], n-ggas are out gettin’ high, mane i’m high all day
one time of all that herb dough, and spliffs
comin’ so high, of them spliffs

[verse 1: ?]
i was real young, sprung, i was sniffin’ gas
out the lungs, i was thirteen, mama caught and beat my ass
if you on the caps, this is on, let me teach you some
pulled up a sack stick, and tops, and we smoke one
brains, they don’t get, more supply, will you hit that dope?
no, my mama said, to make me blowin’ shotguns in my doors
i was super high, young n-gga gettin’ smoked out
now i’m cuttin’ dough, chiefin’ crystals in the players house
1995, gotta survive in this bullsh-t
young, black and strong, pimp is on, in this f-ckin’ b-tch
they will never slip, they will stop, they will fall out
still up on my [?], hoes know, who not to f-ck with

[verse 2: stout pimp]
redrum, redrum, b-tch you know you finna die
when a player’s talkin’ to you, look a player in the eye
murderous sh-t is on my mind, b-tch, you want it not in time
show me what the f-ck you stashin’, i’m hidin’ and your hoe is dead
pull that hoe to the side, show me where the f-ck’s your stash pot
shot that hoe in the head, yes she dead, i sn-tched that money drop
five-0 lurks in the street, when i met up with them popos
sh-t, i ain’t dead, ’cause i want it yeah, but i ain’t goin’ out like no sissy hoe
pull that trigger ’cause i’m bigger than a motherf-ckin’ weak-ass n-gga
stout pimp on the run, with the motherf-ckin’ gun, know no one is caught
k!llin’ them folks, on my ass, and i’m goin’ to f-ckin’ gas, mane
turn my ass on chelsea, they can’t catch up with this chevy-thang
call my brother on the cop’s phone, sh-t i know that n-gga home
lil’ dre shake these motherf-ckers, shoot them tricks, it’s time for the dump
wait for me on valentine, with that motherf-ckin’ nine
blastin’ motherf-ckers, now we ridin’ through [?]
ditch them motherf-ckin’ cops, in the motherf-ckin’ river
that’s what we call murderous sh-t, take it from a true n-gga
n-ggas think a hoe ain’t cappin’ with doin’ some murderous type sh-t
sh-t, i’m a crazy hoe, don’t f-ck with me, you’ll die my clique

- doom shop productions

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