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letra de dope fiend's theme - nick grant

[verse 1]
local k!llin’, drug dealin’, penicillin, trigger finger itchin’
n-ggas bustin’ pistols, k!ll your brother, slap your sister
single mothers raise the toughest n-ggas
daddy wasn’t ’round to teach him how to deal with feelings, sellin’ p-ssy, back in business, crack in kitchens
i won’t let these crackers k!ll me even if i lose it all
multiply it back with gremlins, still we magic, shaq or vintage
spirit of a makaveli, blastin’ biggie
they not livin’ to see forty, but they keep a forty spillin’
babies growin’ up autistic, i see demons wrapped in ribbons
like i’m cube with the bat swingin’ for my rap percentage
pretty b-tches, ass and titties (yeah), n-ggas, do you feel me?
black code over street code, n-gga, is you with me?

[interlude]
n-ggas are the best of people that were slaves, you know what i mean?
and that’s how they got to be n-ggas
’cause they stole the cream of the crop from africa and brought ’em over here
and put us all together called one tribe, n-ggas

[verse 2]
all y’all n-ggas was a lame in school
now you got a job at a label, got a little fame and you think that it made you cool?
k!ll an a&r when i aim this tool
n-gga better duck when i bang out
dance to the tune of a bojangles groove
you the label’s favorite fool
underground ho bangin’ that screw
let no cracker hang my noose
might need paintings at the louvre
the game is cruel and filled with clowns
red noses and painted shoes
f-ck a rich n-gga complainin’, boy, my pain don’t make the news
the naked truth, yeah, that’s why all these hoes here came in nude
this that hip-hops, one-twos and you don’t stops
bet your ho sweat me like when police kicked down your dope spot
at least let the coke dry
this la cosa nostra
ridin’ with them pies like them n-ggas with them bowties
fourteen n-ggas with k’s, boy, we ’bout to hit a gold mine
potato on the barrel, sh-t get nastier than cold fries
see right through your bullsh-t, sl!ck rick, don’t need both eyes
n-ggas talk that real sh-t, then be out here so flaw
out here with them bad vibes, ‘actin’ like you know god
you’s a b-tch (b-tch), you’s a ho (ho), f-ck n-gga (n-gga), no pause
in these streets, n-gga, wholeheartedly, at your top like a dope barber
black on black like i know garvey, might die a martyr
i ain’t heard about you before the starter
sick of these weak rap n-ggas misleadin’ and cheerin’
when it come to a white man, you ain’t standin’ on business
most of y’all, you n-ggas look silly
tap dance ’round a n-gga feelings
if you disagree, get busy
criticism taken by the realest
i would rather help you then to k!ll you
[outro]
n-ggas
n-ggas

- nick grant

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