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letra de stuntin on em - nht boyz

[intro]
nht boyz, ya hear me?
stuntin’ on these n-ggas, man…
know what i’m talkin’ bout?
free banga n-gga!

[hook: chip$ black]
give em h-ll like the devil, how i’m stuntin’ on em
hall of fame with the kicks, how i’m puntin’ on em
nuts on they neck like i’m dunkin’ on em
nht boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin’ on em
n-ggas hands out like a bum or something
different strokes make em feel like i’m drummin’ something
big -ss guns like i’m huntin’ something
nht boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin’ on em

[verse 1: chip$ black]
every day i grind, i gotta go and get it
get the work and then we flip it like we goin’ swimmin’
transactions back and forth it’s like we playin’ tennis
change of plans, i rob man like my name dennis
get the caution tape, them nht’s k!llin’
if i miss i’m running back, call me corey dillon
b-tch i’m flossin’ like a dentist, come and get your fillin’
smoking weed, counting money, cuz a n-gga livin’
i hustle every day it’s time to let em know
i’m a oakland n-gga ballin’, i’m leon powe
really get it with the pimpin’, don juan tho’
hatin’ on a n-gga getting money, but they still broke
bad b-tches and my fam is who i ride with
that’s who i fly with, keep me on my fly sh-t
ballin’, a lot of n-ggas hatin’ so we dodgin’
and for the money, to the top is where we climbin’

[hook]

[verse 2: knowledge]
n-gga i’m a boss, like a vault, how i keep cash
addicted, i get dope, love the feeling of relapse
slidin’ in the whip behind tint with my seat back
baby blowing d-ck, asking it for some feedback
miami south kicks, i’m on fire like backdraft
paper route fly, i’m receiving like mccann
broke n-ggas a joke, comedy on that sinbad
alarm type fit, waking sh-t up like decaf
suckas talking pimping, ain’t got they feet wet
40 like haslem, i be earning my heat checks
i keep a hunnit, like a bomb i’m a deep threat
nht’s got respect, franklins and aretha
smoking on the best reefer
nht, we in your speakers
p-ssport for the whip, cuz the b-tch got foreign features
put the 4 in the liter, we be sippin’ all day
nht boyz them beastie boys, n-gga we three the hard way

[hook]

[verse 3: nikatine]
nikatine da king, b-tch you know i bang that yang
i’m with chippas and fit game, and you know they bang the same
you could meet your destiny, child, just say my name
and we could jump around, nht your house of pain
dumping out the swisher guts, l!ck and twist the swisher up
riding down the block with a fox, like vivica
make em burn like dinner rolls, slam dunk no finger rolls
talking like they’ve k!lled before and can’t even k!ll a show
ask me what i know about a p-ssy n-gga? nothin’
i don’t know nothing cuz i don’t know none of ’em
cats still hating on the fame, that’s lame
nikatine more seasoned than the 82 games
you don’t know nothing, learn something ’bout nht
connected to the cheese, like the floor to her knees
i’m shady in the streets and i’m shady in the sheets
f-ck a b-tch til she sleep then i peel her for her weed
da king

[hook]

- nht boyz

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