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letra de da' come up (dirty) - mr. voodoo

agu (aka mr. voodoo) – “da’ come up”
[emcee(s): agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
[producer(s): looie ii]

[intro: agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
yeah, yeah, yo (uh huh), this agu (that’s right). this time around, i’m trying to tell y’all n-ggas i’m not playing with y’all (i ain’t playing with y’all), you know’m saying? (make way) it’s been a long time coming (it’s not a game), been through a lot of things (it’s not a game). this time, i’ma come through for real (for real), know’m saying? big lou. you know how we do. check it out

[verse: agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
if you
call me a b-tch and i point the gun at your jaw and you
run and get the law, who the b-tch? who the wh0re? who
the snitch? y’all jumping in bed with the feds while
agu be dumping lead at the feds. it’s like
i’m making a song when i start to spit caps ‘cause
when i blast the four-five long, it’s a wrap. trying to
tear y’all n-ggas up ‘til there’s no bones left. i ain’t
trying to hear y’all n-ggas, it’s like i’m tone-deaf
and i’m pr-ne to theft. for the cream, me and my team
bring the world terror like the taliban regime
living in squalor, starving and dazed, “inner city
blues make me wanna holler” like i’m marvin g-ye
while y’all dudes was flossing at the soul train awards
we was ducking shots tossed, the cocaine awards. i’m that
n-gga jigga talked about, writing rhymes, eating
cornflakes, waving heat at the corny and fake. “nah, agu?
that quiet n-gga? who’d have thunk it?” all i need’s
my crew to get crunk with and some brew to get drunk with
police wanna seize me, lock me up in a cage with a n-gga
crazier than [?] and never release me
copiers better stack up on toner. y’all trying to take
my shines, but i want them diamonds back like arizona. y’all
all tricks, i ain’t feeling you like n-ggas that’s
boning b-tches and got small d-cks

[outro: agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
word up, you know’m saying?

- mr voodoo

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