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letra de pd 5 - max b

[chorus:]
we street n-gg-z who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)
oww owwww
we’re seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won’t skeet (he won’t skeet?)
pow powwww
i start a show without the radio, which way did he go?
oww owwww
baby i’m ’bout to go, go and get my coat, i gotta go (i gotta go)
chao chaoooow

[verse 1:]
big crib, cannons in every room
i got the ship, greasey he got the chevy doom
i can barely move when he see that sh-t here
see this 5th gear, i sit in a big chair
make the finer decisions wherever his head go, the n-gg- dead though
f-ck, he need him in medical
better get him a nice sized box to sleep in
it’s over for him, the n-gg- was knee-deep in
seen him creepin’, from the right side, bright side, b-tches love the d-ck
they always say it’s the right size
nice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonade
this is the season for vigilantes and renegades
been afraid of nuttin’ that crossed my path, b-tch
he had me confused, i put him down in the casket
drastic measures i be takin’ when you b-tches put my back against the wall
f-ckers be tryna blackball
got a fat draw with nuttin’ but cash in it
stash crack in it, thought i lost but i’m back in it
heavy in the street sh-t, still on my one and twos
about to punish you, better put on your runnin’ shoes
oww

[verse 2:]
all i got is my hanc-ck now, man down
you b-tches on round c-ck now
got the sh-t on lock but i ain’t satisfied, bigga need more
like i’m in bed with three wh-r-s, me are
not them n-gg-z on tv, them n-gg-z is weak
they never really be in the street
hold ’em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the n-gg-z i f-cks with
b-tches, keep ’em in bunches, lunches
dinners at the hotel suite, i’m the most hated on
and i don’t eat, filet mignone
better pay me on the first and the 15th, n-gg- hit me
twenty thousand to rent me
just for one night, i can wave you, fix you with the treatment
keep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closet
everything is the opposite, i can pop ya, b-tch
i’m kobe, you radmanovich, got a lot of it
i’m the best out, stressed out, from this rap sh-t
sorry you feeling left out, guess house
club cocabana was the spot
these n-gg-z that wanna rock, bet i’m a make it hot
n-gg-, why ya just died in ya career before it jumpstart, buckshot
cover you when the pump spark, mayday
make you n-gg-z walk the plank, blindfold
bigga, i’ll never go, the n-gg- stuck in grind mode
oww

- max b

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