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letra de half steppi' - mr. lucci

cuz you might say something i might not like (uhmm)
then you just might lose your life tonight (don’t say nothing n-gg-)
my big brother told me
never let a n-gg- f-ck me (f-ck me)
he’ll never let a n-gg- touch me (touch me)
if you really ain’t about no answer (hold ya tongue n-gg-)
them domes be smashin’ (domes be smashin’)
i’m gon’ holla that (i’m gon holla that)
lil’ brotha lucci and mr. pookie
they got my back (look they got my back)
you betta learn who you f-ckin’ wit (what n-gg-)
you betta hop off in some gangsta sh-t (lay it down)
ski-maskes (they don’t want none)
and hollow tips (they don’t want none)
4-4’s, (know ya role n-gg-)
choppaz wit extended clips
i don’t think you want to f-ck wit that
once you get killed ain’t no comin’ back (this ain’t no movie)
so if you ever get tha nerves to disrespect (any ya’ll)
disrespect tha chiefa remember ya disrespectin’ the west
chorus 2x (big chiefa)
you n-gg-s bet not come half steppin’
cuz we got somethin’ that’ll split cha
and watch them hollow points eat cha up
so i advise you n-gg-s
now, i’m gon’ tell you like this
betta be mo careful who you roll wit
cuz i got crook n-gg-s
you think you know schemin’ up on yo sh-t
talkin’ all that ho lip
i won’t be leanin’ when i confiscate
wit a bunch of crook n-gg-s while flashin’ nickel plates
i see you n-gg-s half steppin’
plottin’ schemin’ watch me think it up
now all my mark crook n-gg-s squeeze and bust
sippin’ on yellow tusk
livin’ is h-ll for us
he’ll do tha same to me
say boy ya best tah be
calm me down ‘for i let bullets free
and in tha mist of this
tell ya again boy if i have tah
i’mma send these hollow tips right at cha
feel tha wrath of three crook playaz
from tha north and west we holdin’
keep on wit cha stuntin’
watch out for tha big ol’ bouldaz we throwin’
quit crowdin’ my sp-ce
peepin’ me from neck to waist
pushin’ lucci tah cop tha case
who in tha f-ck do you think i be?
what in tha h-ll do you think you see?
if it ain’t treal then it ain’t me
ain’t nothin’ but g’z about my streets
and goin’ toe foe toe
straight blow foe blow
while us crooks take control
me, p-o-o-k-i-e, and chief
goin’ on a rippin spree
knockin’ these ol’ ho -ss n-gg- right up off they feet
hollows steadily eat em up
the ones that’s thinkin’ it’s free tah b-mp
the ones that’s shakin’ his feet in tha trunk
talkin’ all that nonsense
f-ck around make me bomb b-tch
unless you want tah see me strong arm sh-t
keep thinkin’ that i’m harmless
actin’ like they born tah hate
when i’m blowin’ my cake
what tha f-ck is goin’ tah take
tah let these n-gg-s know
i wasn’t born tah play
showin’ these half steppin’ n-gg-s
i’m serious bout my issues

- mr lucci

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