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letra de stfu - mickey diamond

[intro]
alright, yeah, we still on dexter right now
we approachin’, you know, we still in the [?] area
you n0body, you know dexter and chicago
this is my, once again, my detroit hood documentary
right now i really see, how the f-ck we livin’ on a regular term ’cause
you know, ain’t tryna candy coat this video, go to were all my
i could go to where all my hood n-ggas at and i could look famous on camera and
have a n-gga shoot a n-gga and stompin’, all type of sh-t
with the van on the rim
[?] they don’t even know they get recorded
so this is like everyday life of what’s goin’ in the hood
like i said, right now we on dexter (y’all can’t see my daddy)
yeah dexter comin’ after joy road
must turn up joy road and hit down to lin—, linwood (aha)
ayo, what the f-ck, n-gga (brrt!)

[verse 1]
uh, stick lookin’ like a javelin
cheffin’ out the rice pot, cookin’ like it’s zatarain’s
soda, whippin’ nice rock, i ain’t into battlin’
stab ’em in the abdomen, somebody call the ambulance (somebady call 911!)
driver put the addy in, real smokin’ white hot (brrt!)
send ’em undeground and you can get around like pac
it’s all digital
war reports, raw residuals
smooth criminal (yeah)
move to florida like the seminoles
fly enough to lose it, sentinel, salute the general
we don’t do subliminals, the flow be fruits and minerals (what’s good, my n-gga?)
it’s all a team effort, run the screen and shootin’ intervals (raw dump)
this sh-t was all a dream so ain’t n0body gon’ remember you
kick ’em out the club house, this shotty’ll dismemeber you (f-ck outta here)
shooters that’ll blast for me, my body’s unforgiveable
they was tryna party, me and blac was whippin’ chemicals (what?)
smokers in the back, crack was stinkin’ up the livin’ room (what? shh)
[chorus]
shut the f-ck up
shut the f-ck up
shut the f-ck up!
what?

[verse 2]
servin’ packs out the backdoor, got ’em slack jaw
guess i’m reggie white, i was just tryna get a sack off
yola hit a junkie hard enough to knock the black off (me)
thirty-two rounds and shaq fu’ll knock your block off (brrt!)
f-ck
shut the f-ck up!
this rap sh-t is mines now, y’all n-ggas better back off
i seen your b-tch, bro, i rather jack off
the chain cool as jack frost
i came to play the game to the last boss
treat the track like a crash course – get what you ask for (it’s-it’s-it’s-it’s the umbrella, b-tch)

[outro]
shut the f-ck up
and give me all the cash, boss, don’t make me take this mask off (don’t make me take this f-ckin’ mask off, n-gga!)
brrt! shut the f-ck up
shut the f-ck up, what?
stick lookin’ like a javelin
cheffin’ out the rice pot, cookin’ like it’s zatarain’s
soda, whippin’ nice rock, i ain’t into battlin’
you know you’re a lyin’ lowlife, motherf-ckin’ gamblin’ degenerate pr-ck?
i gave you money to pay the f-ckin’ rent
you know, your wife called frankie and told him the f-ckin’ heat’s off
don’t f-ck with me, al, don’t make a f-ck out of me!
tell me you gambled the f-ckin’ money off
give me the f-ckin’ money to put the f-ckin’ heat on!
f-ckin’ degenerate
f-ckin’ kids at home

- mickey diamond

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