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letra de only in the studio - nefarious

[x-raided]
fat n-gg-s puttin sh-t up in the game
livin off the fame of the garden blocc name
but never did dirt or put in no work
they be rappin like they g’s
talkin bout maccin b-tches and slangin ki’s
but please you a ho
no need to play the role like you ain’t kowin that
go look in the mirror, you won’t see no gangsta starin bacc
based on that fact i’m let it be known
gotta tell the homies what really goes on n-gg-
(you m-th- fuccas)
you don’t even know how to load a nine
you seen your homie do some dirt and went and wrote a rhyme
but how you talkin bout bein a killa and never made a n-gg-s brain hang
you sayin you a loc but never gang banged
n-gg- you ought to win an oscar
“the best actor of the year” you ain’t no m-th- fuccin mobsta
you faker than cubic zarconia
givin a bad reputation to n-gg-s in killafornia
we puttin bustas in he-rs-s
why you marks be bombin on base heads and sn-tchin b-tches purses
that punk sh-t, but n-gg- you think you so a hard
that’s why thay x-raided loc be pullin ho calls

[x-raided]
[chorus]
you a gang bangin n-gg-
hustla, m-th- fuccin psycho, loco, but only in the studio
rappin like you real
talkin bout how you kill n-gg-s
let the truth be told, it’s only in the studio
gang bangin n-gg-
hustla, m-th- fuccin psycho, loco, only in the studio
rappin like you real
talkin bout how you kill n-gg-s
let the truth be told, only in the studio

[t-macc]
i grab cash plus guns
roll with old you gets done for the buns
and we four for the door
it’s time for roll
and you done crossed the wrong line
and i couldn’t forgive myself
for tellin your -ss one more time
now grab your ski and be on the grind
on a paper chase
lace up your boots
and shoot for the skrill from the gate
and you betta make hate
cuz it ain’t no time or minor race
i ride with realas and killas from day one and stay no face
murder ones, protect ident-ties
and murder twos, to kill off all these studio g’s
everybody claimin to be a gangsta in the boot
when it’s time to ride they ducc and hide these n-gg-s scared to shoot
ain’t never seen you on the streets
and you don’t want to fucc with us cuz we real m-th- fuccin p-c’s
blacc market soldiers takin over, still slangin yola
we realas up in this sh-t n-gg- somebody should of told ya

[chorus]

[mr. doctor]
yeah n-gg-…
yeah doc…
what, what, you neva had me though
creased blue kakies with blue laces in them blue kiccs
you never strolled the blocc with them true crips
n-gg-s like you round the locs is through
b-tch n-gg- swallow a dicc, that’s why you getting ran through
straight trippin you could claim my blocc
you never hanged with the crips and never rang no gloccs
mo like a succa, but figure now a n-gg- would know
when you slip around and through settrip, it’s like walkin death row
now you see but you seen to late
mutha fucca, you slit like a cl-t cuz your -ss is fake
(you don’t wanna slang, you don’t wanna gang bang)
you can’t crip walk then don’t let your gat talk
(you don’t wanna slang, you don’t wanna gang bang)
i never seen you on the spot
never seen you with a glocc
that’s how real gangstas roll
dippin old schools and rags
holiday and x-raided loc

[chorus: to end]

- nefarious

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