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letra de sqautter’s rights freestyle - maino, jim jones, dave east, fabolous

[intro: maino]
yeah
let’s rap about it
yeah
yeah, look, ay, ay

[verse 1: maino]
real n-ggas outnumber 99 to 1
i been a savage way before i turned 21
they said that i would probably die before i’m 21
these young boys gettin’ life before they 21
let’s rap about it, smack a n-gga, laugh about it
see the [?] not on you, you lames need a class about it
might not never get my flowers in this lifetime
probably have to die before i get my right shine
it’s cool ’cause stars shine when it’s night time
these internet n-ggas throwin’ shots, picked the right time
i got time today, a hustler gon’ find a way
i don’t back down, it’s not inside my dna
pops-pops died early had to grind early
big hammers way before i had size on me
talkin’ old beef, take it back to [?]
that’s before actresses laid they eyes on me
yeah, let’s talk money and love
a og said “you can’t trade money for love”
all of us g-ngb-ng but only one of us blood
and one crip, don’t trip, they ain’t f-ckin’ with us, ay
it’s easy to see when you look at me
another reason why you should be shook of me
i’m on that sh-t again, we gettin’ lit again
ain’t no age for bein’ fly, teenior citizen
yeah, ay, rap about it
ain’t no age for bein’ fly, teenior citizen
let’s rap about it
[?]
[beat switch]

[verse 2: jim jones]
i whip your head, boy
capo
uh
how i’m duckin’ smoke and i ain’t gotta neck? (where my neck at?)
these n-ggas all in they feelings, they must’ve got upset (oh you mad?)
i play ball till i got fouled too hard and went and got a tech
i been around real k!llers, n-gga, you are not a threat (sucker)
money in the bank, you should’ve [?] [?] ([?] it up)
been left the game but i still got connects (still got hitters)
my young boys carry guns that could stop a jet
i flew birds through the coupe but i still got the set (f-ck ’em)
f-ck-f-ck a belt to ass, we will whip ya head
n-ggas sayin’ “f-ck the streets” like them sh-ts is dead (i love the streets)
i got n-ggas in the streets that’s movin’ bricks for bread (facts)
i-i got homies gettin’ sn-tched and they just hit the feds, sh-t (lotti)
i’m from new york where that money talk (eastside)
n-ggas post bail and they don’t come to (f-ck a court, n-gga)
my-my yns is doin’ quarter zips
that’s nuttin’ but a 7 when i was young i was doin’ quarter bricks (ask about me)
before the gram, we was takin’ rich porter fl!cks (uh-huh)
pineapples on the head, 3 in the quarter whips (nasty)
that’s when duke had the beamer and i had the ac (on g.o.d)
brought the beef from [?], my side dish so i had the mac
ain’t squatting in the buildin’, i’m squatting on some millions (huh)
these n-ggas watchin’ my moves, i got ’em in they sh-t (uh)
tell me what you want, n-gga? (tell me?)
tell me what you need? (huh)
tell me what it is? (what)
tell me what’s… n-gga
tell me what it be
sh-t
ahh
[beat switch]

[verse 3: dave east]
problem
i used to do the avirex with the cream sleeves (i did that)
out in michigan tryna get it, my team [?] (detroit)
now i’m back in harlem ballin’ like kareem [?] (what up?)
tanning white on us like a bagel with cream cheese (that’s powder)
look, you seen ’em on tv, i really seen fiends (really seen ’em)
noddin’ but they kept they balance on a mean [?]
we treatin’ n-ggas like [?], ain’t no dream team (ain’t no dream team)
[?] [?] banks, american cream team (that’s sup)
white rice and corn, [?] did the string beans ([?])
this for my n-ggas in [?] green or sing sing (they my n-ggas)
i seen a different kind of magic than kareem seen (woo)
powder turn into a rock without a green screen
think’ ’bout they self, don’t know ’bout what a team mean (at all)
just tryna get away from 12 like a pre-teen
cough syrup got him addicted, he need [?] (he need it)
i heard b.g. came home, i put on bling bling (my n-gga)
cameras caught him at the crib now it’s a [?] scene (boom)
on the rooftop like a nino and g thing (my n-gga)
expensive thinner type b-tches knowin’ they eat wings
600 benzes and beamers, that was a street team, [?]
lately, i’m sippin’ i got it different, put you on the wall no street team
always a ftd thing (from the dirt)
look, i really been in king park with crazy o
shady lo, nipsey on repeat in my mercedes low (uhh)
let’s rap about it, all i knew was trap about it (trap about it)
[?] [?] we smack it out him, no limit, i’m actually ’bout
know the vibe
i’m actually ’bout it
[beat switch]

[verse 4: fabolous]
woah
woah
woah
look
i’m a top shotter, who drop dollars and pop collers
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout top dollar, do not holla
n-ggas can’t move us but, nah, we not squatters
they mad ’cause we fly and n-ggas can not swat us
get it toe to head, from bottom the top’s parada
them window shoppers ain’t really gon’ cop nada
my dog told me give him the word and shots follaw
i let him off the leash like nino’s rottweiler
you know i got power, your shorty got hot showered
catch her tryna leave like tasha shot lala
the b-tch not myla and n-gga you not allah
ya’ll both meet the creator, his first name not tyler
the bl!ck like a magic stick, your top wallah
roof gone, dre and snoop in a drop ‘pala
screamin’ “let me ride”, them youngins got diabolic
they will leave your whip leanin’ like they pop hydraulics
none of my opps valid, they sayin’ the cops violent
none of them want beef, they ordered a chop salad
cause how the f-ck you n-ggas got brolic but not solid
and be tryna pull cards like we don’t got wallets?
like how do n-ggas not in the jungle, talk the wildest?
how is these grown ass men actin’ childish?
how is these bum-ass n-ggas speakin’ what style is
when i was so fly it made my b-tch a stylist?
they can’t stop us from scorin’, they gotta foul us
can’t stop us from scorin’, ay
we met at a pop gala, i call her “the top scholar”
she come and drop knowledge like she from a top college

- maino jim jones dave east fabolous

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