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letra de can't deny - lil chuckee

[verse 1]
murder, i seen that
n-ggas k!llin’ that 8, i mean that
i coulda sold c0ke, but i spit dope sh-t
so just instead, they fein that
f-ck a pipe, need a mic for the feedback
i wasn’t sure when a brotha said he’d be back
i couldn’t trust that
cause in the streets you ain’t got a gang rep flag
[?]
i’m puttin’ mines on this c-ckback
no cable, dvd, we watched star trek
we [?] from new orleans, [?]
i wasn’t different from the many
it was spittin’ that kept me from starvin’
the hottest sh-t up in the market, tell ’em i ain’t lost it
i remember i had throwaways and i tossed it
i was on the grind, i ain’t hear what they talkin’
it’s all fun and games ’til somebody hit a coffin
they p-ssed off, yeah they p-ssed off
but watch them n-ggas fade just soon as i blast off
they ain’t sayin’ sh-t when they took the mask off
coulda been on this flight if you didn’t [?] off
but now we goin’ in, we zonin’
we on it and they see us
upon us, you phony
one day, mothaf-cka you gon’ need us
one day, mothaf-cka you gon’ need us
now you hit that line, tryna get you a feature
charge that boy, charge that boy
i had to get it how i live, i don’t know them people
every night, take a kneel, thank the lord
i take a walk in my shoes, n-gga you’d take ’em off
d-mn right, i done seen it all
woadie i’m a hoodlum and a f-ckin’ superstar

[interlude 1]
talkin’ ’bout he can’t deny this here, boy
i done been paid my dues, you heard me?
n-gga they hated on me
it’s all good, f-ck ’em, let’s get it!

[hook]
no you can’t deny this here, no you can’t deny this game
i’ma keep gunnin’ ’til i get rich, clock is tickin’, that son of a b-tch
i see n-ggas all in my rear, i see n-ggas tryna get trill
well you can tell ’em i’m ’bout to switch gears
tell them sh-t’s about to get real

[verse 2]
let’s get it back here again, back here again
and they lookin’ like “d-mn you came back from the pit”
h-ll nah, i’ve been grindin’ hard, you been snoozin’ hard
slob on your chin
ain’t ’bout the money, i can’t comprehend
i don’t know you, look we ain’t kin
i’ma show you, can’t be played with
everybody here 100, gotta face it
oh lord, oh why would i stop?
i done witnessed nicki pop
drizzy shot, spitta rock
that just told me get up on my sh-t and bring my f-ckin’ block
all i want, hundred ms, buy my sh-t in parkin’ lots
oh man, is that too much?
they feel they can steal from us
i see ’em, they on my line
but just tell ’em i ain’t pickin’ up
hike 2,1,3, run it through the hole
i see they’re hatin’, yeah they hatin’, plottin’ on the low
mad cause i’m blowin’ cash, no calico
lg to [?], what i bang, all i know
this sh-t is overdue

[interlude 2]
all that blackballin’, tellin’ n-ggas don’t f-ck with chuck, that ain’t gon’ work. the streets rockin’ with me, i don’t need n0body else. this overdue!

[hook]

- lil chuckee

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