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letra de writaz block - lil hawk

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verse 1:

another day, in the lab, f-ckin’ with the music (f-ckin’ with the music)
you know me, it ain’t nothin’, i just get to it (i just get to it)
red rida, i’mma fool n-gga best believe it (i’m the realest)
what the f-ck you mean about it n-gga you the weakest (you the weak-ass n-gga?)
i’m a g*nius, the cleanest, even the meanest
f-ck you yo’ main b-tch she l!ck on my p-n-s (on my p-n-s, n-gga!)
you the type of moaf-cka that’s gone always missin’ (d-mn!)
you don’t care about a sucka but you still gon’ kiss it (you’s a sucka…)
old sucka-ass n-gga, type o’ n-gga is you? (type o’ n-gga is you?)
you the type of n-gga that, can’t hang wit’ the crew (no that’s out)
you the type o’ moaf-cka wearin’ fake jewelry (wearin’ fake-ass n-gga)
you the type o’ n-gga that a n-gga take yo’ jewelry (give that sh-t up!)
me, they gon’ have to take me to the jury (to the jury)
12 in the box n-gga they gon’ feel the fury (hraaa!)
you already know, my name be (red rida)
you already know, the game g
chorus:

most these n-ggas be rappin’ they gettin’ writer’s block
but with me, it don’t matter if i write or not
you wanna know why n-gga ’cause i’m so f-ckin’ heated
of what the streets been missin’ of what the f-ck is needed
just what you thought was safe n-gga it’s really not
i’m cold than a mothaf-cka wait i’m really hot
red ridin’ as usual just know the program
everytime i do my sh-t you know i’m goin’ ham

verse duce:

here i come, just like giddy up (yeehaw!)
make sure, you my n-gga, when you hit me up (it’s me my n-gga!)
look, don’t be throwin’ up no wrong signs (no, don’t do that!)
know this not, mitchy sl!ck, but you f-ckin’ with the wrong kind (woo woo, woop)
when it come to the grind, i been on mine (i been on mine)
i got to get it my n-gga you know i want mine (it is me!)
add it up, bag it up and don’t be show changin’ (don’t be show changin’, n-gga)
walk away, with the brick, like i’m dope slangin’ (i can do that)
love from the big homie this a gangsta get up (what up b-tch?)
little n-gga slow your rolls i’m tryin’ to make it night (that’s out)
fakin’ funny gangsta turnin’ to a dangerous turn (to a dangerous turn)
if i was you, i would cheated, it’s major passin’ (major)
you don’t bee what’s goin’ on, just take a look (n-gga look)
everyday another mothaf-cka gettin’ booked (n-ggas bookin’)
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no fingerprints you goin’ to jail (all the way to jail)
i’m talkin’ about a first class trip straight to h-ll (straight to h-ll)
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chorus:

verse 3:

i never knew what peace was like (no idea), only what the streets was like (yep), so i grew up in the street life (in the bottoms!)
i remember in the 4th grade lil’ reddy told me (that’s my n-gga)
“we gon’ never be no bustas that’s my real homies” (that’s right!)
i kept my word on out, and i still stand
i put that sh-t to the side i got some real players (on some real sh-t)
to bring the peace to the universe if i can (sh-t if i can!)
’cause i can easily grab my strap and go and get my mail (imagine that)
i’m not no hateful individual (sh-t no i’m not), i’m not miserable (nuh-huh)
i just dump like a sucka it’s the principle (oh with it, n-gga)
i’m a different type o’ n-gga rollin’ straight to the point
no beatin’ around the bush, no subliminals (uh-huh)
i’m from the menace so the hat gang cmg (woop)
a long time ago n-ggas they still remember me (ay wassup my n-gga?)
i won’t body but really it’s like ten o’ me (like ten o’ me)
and that where i lost you at, you’s a mystery (old mystery-ass n-gga)
outro:

big mamba, mafia mike, what up my n-ggas, bottomvillain porter? k!ller n-gga worldwide m’s

- lil hawk

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