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letra de my resurrection - rucka rucka ali

what′s all this bullsh-t i hear about me being dead?
this bullsh-t rumour startin’ in west b?
man i know who started this f-ckin′ rumour yo!
erin bleep
this motherf-cka
went to meet up a 13 year old girl
who he thought was a 13 year old girl who he talked to online
but was a cop
and when the cop walked up to his car with a uzi, motherf-ckas smokin’ a joint
(what did he say that wasn’t true?) (not a godd-mn thing everything that m-th-f-cka said was true y′know, motherf-cka just didn′t wanna hear it)

this rucka rucka ali, we bringin’ the b-tches to the yard with this one boi!

ruckas back and whack as f-ck
squeak clean like a rubber duck
b-tch please i could give a f-ck
if you and your crew say that this n-gga sucks
show up with a blast in yo ass
take yo b-tch you don′t know when i pass
boi i take yo b-tch so fast i’m in i′m out and i’m gone in a flash
(hmmmmmmhmmmhmmmmmhmmm)
yeah!
you know better than to ever let yo guard down
yo girl scream but i told her not to make a sound
bent her over till she hit the ground
i taped her mouth shut but the b-tch was still too loud
i love the sound of ma nuts when they hit yo throat
like a telephone, get me in the zone, throw a dog a bone
lemme get ma kicks and i′m on ma way home
(lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala)
i roll bleak and i love to slot
c’mon b-tch, connect the dots
i’m comin′ back fo′ yo’ tater tots
ya know captain′s got a job, he be on the clock
what yo got ima slingin’ sk!lls
i got rocks an′ a box o’ pills
you tryn′ jack me, steal ma jill
ima throw yo’ punk-ass on the grill
n0body believes ya till they see ya
tell yo’ story on the media
bite the hand that feeds you pizza
b-tch put it on the visa
cap girl underneath cuz she a skeezer
five dollar hots f-ckin like little caesar
cuz we goin′ on a west branch pillage
i′m the same m-th-f-cka that poisoned the spinach

dj nonsense
bring it on

i did it all for ma n-gga
(what?)
ma n-gga
you f-ckin’ with the man
you f-ckin′ with the wrong man
you f-ckin’ with the man
you f-ckin′ with the wrong man
i did it all for ma n-gga
(what?)
ma n-gga
you f-ckin’ with the man
you f-ckin′ with the wrong man
you f-ckin’ with the man
you f-ckin’ with the wrong man
i did it all for ma n-gga
(what?)
ma n-gga
you f-ckin′ with the man
you f-ckin′ with the wrong man
you f-ckin’ with the man
(f-ck that erin bleep)

- rucka rucka ali

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