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letra de ain't shit (feat. breed & bootleg) - project deadman

yea it’s goin down for real now it’s your boy breed and prozak yea and get a
blade

this pain is going on inside me so what you know about us? (2x)

(mc breed)
there’s seven steps to my attic follow me in
behind it keep it simple like a violin
fall in the pit and then you try again
try again for thinkin your sh-t can win
’cause you a star livin in the monetary art
of 10 white uniforms break your jaw
got you twisted we had a real king but missed it
with all these trigga happy n-ggas actin like b-tches
i’m sick it got me fed up with sh-t
that’s on the real you suckin on my sk!ll like a d-ck
i hate your family and you can’t damage me
you know what i listen to your rap style and no what
no blow up and show no real potential
you but a better with instrumental
now with this let us redefine this word b-tch
’cause all these b-tches i know they got d-cks

b-tches ain’t sh-t the scripts been flipped tonight (ya’ll b-tches ain’t sh-t!)
(4x)

(prozak)
we flip the script and bustin shots
bustin clips and bustin glocks
bodies broken and fallin from brawlin
n-ggas crawlin
revenge and retaliation m-ss murder extermination
you’re fightin in your future this 12 guage you’re facin
i’m thinkin about the fact my mind is gone
body battle plans like the pentagon rockin it til the break of dawn
i’m knockin mother f–kers down like the twin towers
me and bootleg and breed causin death showers
still venemous with the flow prozak’s about to blow
c-ck the hammer back let it go get my d-ck sucked at the show
enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun c-cks when i blow your brains
now i’m one will inflict the pain when i diss i say no names

b-tches ain’t sh-t the scripts been flipped tonight (ya’ll b-tches ain’t sh-t!)
(4x)

(bootleg)
i know that you jealous of me and my fellas you traitors
bootleg’s the storm that was born to crush all of you haters
so no hesitatin we eliminatin on dayton
follow my path in shadows and blood like satan
1992 when we were screamin f–k cops
summertime we on the grind what’s on my mind just dropped
all i need is 1 mic 2 dyk-s 3 drinks and more
don’t hate me b-tch i done said that before
gettin tired opf the hokey doke
disrespect me in anyway i’ll bust at your mama while she at kareoke
cross prozak once and you’ll die twice
f–kin let me whipe my -ss with your life
’cause b-tch you ain’t sh-t

b-tches ain’t sh-t the scripts been flipped tonight (ya’ll b-tches ain’t sh-t!)
(4x)

b-tches ain’t sh-t(4x)

- project deadman

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