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letra de fighting the feds - husalah

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[intro]
cool jama, x13’s, crips, bloods, 14’s
gangsta sh-t, yadamean? get your money, n-gga
i’m ’bout to hit you n-ggas with some sh-t that’ll light your life up
i make sure every n-gga stay rich within my cipher, yeah
uh, i’m diggin’ that, yo

[verse]
n-gga, it ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
slide through the spot, rockin’, rollin’
bounce out the drop, the chop that i’m holdin’ is tucked
i’m concealing this sh-t, i ain’t revealing the sh-t
n-gga pull out the 50 clip and get to rippin’
but i ain’t trippin’ right now, i’m just dippin’
feelin’ the motherf-ckin’ celebration
me and my n-ggas paper chasin’
n-gga, it’s like jason
’cause i appear out the cuts when you n-ggas think i’m chasin’
but um, at the same time, n-gga, i’m like mike myers
’cause i stay quiet, but i don’t mean wired
like you n-ggas is wired for feds
i mean i’m wired up all night with a chop on my f-ckin’ head
layin’ in my bed, thinkin’ ’bout my bread
i’m getting money but i’m still fightin’ the f-ckin’ feds, n-gga (f-ckin’ feds)
but it’s still all good (still all good), you feel me?
’cause every n-gga in my clique is my crutch
and if i ever fall, they’d help a n-gga up
at the same time, help a n-gga buck
when a n-gga run his mouth and n-ggas talk too much
n-ggas get seeked out, destroyed
hit with the chop, go and tuck that boy
roll him up in a carpet, leave him in the alleyway
but we gon’ leave that aside today
it’s a good motherf-ckin’ day, the sun is shinin’
i’m not grindin’, i’m still shinin’
back in the days i yoked my time when
n-ggas started countin’ stacks and grindin’
at the same time, n-gga, i was lampin’
gettin’ money, stackin’ what’s happenin’?
get at your n-gga, it be the same sh-t (same sh-t)
every day hustlin’, fifty clips (fifty clips)
keep it tucked, flip-flop pays
beat your ass up, n-gga, when the chop spray
straight from the east bay, home of ak spray
make way for the s-u-s-a-l-a-h out the gate
ship out sideways, we should celebrate
guess who’s back in the motherf-ckin’ house?
husalah went gold, got the world turned out
it’ll be too late when the boys find out
that i pumped h-lla cakes, pump your brakes, young fella
n-ggas done with the weather out the gates in my projects
if you ain’t with us, you against us
so i guess it’s about time that i use this 9
you got yours, i got mine
i think it’s ’bout time for a smother
n-ggas don’t wanna see me from the shoulders, they know the husalah
break jaws like i break law
like i hit the gas and brake and figure-8 raw
twenty dvd screens in my scr-pe raw
thirty hoes breaking bread got me caked off, yeah, you know
[outro]
i just had to do that real quick, man
this here remind me of some earth, wind & fire or something, you know what i mean?
i feel like i’m just rockin’ and rollin’ and groovin’ and sh-t, man
when n-ggas wear, you know, the og n-ggas, they was wearin’ catsuits and sh-t
the n-ggas was crazy, man
n-ggas had h-lla glitter, you nah’mean? i, i be, you know
i’m feelin’ my pops or something right now, man, that’s h-lla funny, though
this for them ba, ba-da-da-da-doe
you know, this funky, man, this is funky, man, you nah’mean?
i see why n-ggas f-ck with the funk, that’s, i like that sh-t
yeah, got the speakers knockin’. got the f-ckin’ 12’s knockin’, the 15’s knockin’, you nah’mean?
i wanna hear this on, like, four 10’s, though
you know 10’s got that crispy pop to ’em
yeah, i mean, 15’s, they thunder, they sub
but them 10’s got that, ba-ba, da-da-da, ba-ba, nah’mean?
ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, you nah’mean
peelin’ off, just, you feel me? swing h-lla, n-gga, swing h-lla, yeah
give a sh-t, you nah’mean?
f-ck it, n-gga, get cold, n-gga
they won’t have to tell me, n-gga, i’m swing h-lla
what it do, what it do? get on him, yeah, n-gga, gangsta sh-t
yeah, we menaces to society, we act ignorant, man

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