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letra de young guns - madlib

[intro]
there’s no motherf-cking way, man
i’ve had it with that bullsh-t
some n-ggas still won’t give you a pound after they see you, just stand up
man, what the f-ck is going out there, n-ggas be really losing their brains, man
acting like there on that other sh-t
detroit, michigan, spittin’ flames around here, check it

[verse i: guilty simpson]
this my crew be prepared to fight
you don’t want to be on my level ‘cause you’re scared of heights
i’m evil, don’t even ask me to spare your life,he other option is a chair for life
with wheels on it (n-gga) rollout ‘fore i have you n-ggas leavin’ with a swole mouth
still unsigned, you can call it a holdout, eatin’ getting drunk at your local roadhouse
not really concerned with these rappcats, doing our sh-t then split, n-gga, that’s that
be serious, so before you try to get all curious, and bump guns
just remember you’re f-cking with some young guns

[interlude]
standoff, motherf-cker
get your sh-t bucked
causing all roughneck, guttered n-ggas
smack the sh-t out of a b-tch n-gga type motherf-cker
the f-ck, n-gga
throw’em up, y’all, it’s real out here

[verse ii: guilty simpson]
sh-t happens for a reason, i know that, true as a year has four seasons
cold as the winter when i spray from your darkness and blast, too far, face down
some of y’all n-ggas waste rounds, aiming in the air, “who the f-ck up there?”
claim the street, gotta play for keeps, pitbull litter n-ggas what we were trained to be
tossed in a circle, blood stained my t–th, out there they hurt you
life spans is brief these days, so i keep the heat these days
and hold it when the green leaves blaze
paranoid with apparent eyes, would you want to be crazed

[verse iii: j dilla]
oh, yeah, turn it up
this one is called
the way, (let’s go) the way
move that g-string out the way
move that g-string out the way
move that g-string out the way, ay

- madlib

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