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letra de had to get em - frayser boy

[juicy j]
frayser man tell these n-ggas how it was in the bay

[verse one]
comin up i was told to take what a n-gga need
n-ggas say lets rob a n-gga blind, and dammit i’d agree
learned from the best green bry way back in the day
in the bay saw a n-gga get jacked for his jacket
it all started when my cousin put a gun up in my hand
already had some sticky fingers, time to rob a man
doin dirt since a young cat, you name it probably done that
you let me in your house a day later a n-gga come back
get the mask, get the glock, haulin’ -ss to your block
stuntin a little to much my n-gga got me mobbin to your spot
wrong place at the wrong time, incidently cost
got on jordans size 12, n-gga i’m like take em’ off
kick a door off the hinge, house call, comin’ in
got a c-cksucka’ dope and his dividends
ain’t no friends in this f-cking game that we call life
wear your cartier to the club better think twice

[hook]
so i’m fresh up out the pen once again
with mask and glock
give me dividends or my friend
yo -ss get popped
fresh up out the pen once again
with mask and glock
give me dividends or my friend
yo -ss get popped
i gotta touch’em
i gotta touch’em
i say i had to (get’m)
i gotta touch’m
i gotta touch’m
i say i had to (get’m)
i gotta touch’m
i gotta touch’m
i say i had to (get’m)
i gotta touch’m
i gotta touch’m
i say i had to get’m get’m get’m get’m

[verse two]
i see my victims, i gotta get him, i gotta stick him
how could i miss a chili which what made me pick him
roley on his wrist, shoes on his whip, got me scoopin’
gotta catch his -ss all alone is what i’m hoping
got that f-ckin glock, got it f-ckin c-cked, thats fo sho
in about a minute he gon’ find me kickin in his door
trail his -ss home, in my hand the chrome, about to stain
if he give me static, automatic take him out the game
pull up at his home and he all alone, jackpot
saw him grab his pistol out his m-th-f-ckin stash spot
crept up behind to commit the crime, drop the gat
fore’ i blow your -ss off, put one threw your gucci hat
picked up the tone, now its f-ckin on, robbed him blind
didn’t know that night, he’d be the victim of a f-ckin crime
took all his cash, stashed on his -ss, nah nah
now that a n-gga can fit, my description, he can’t stay alive

- frayser boy

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