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letra de or nah - dirty version - the game

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all i do is get drunk and high
i be f-cking n-gga’s b-tches and they be mad as f-ck
they be like
man f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
i k!ll you n-ggas
cause i don’t feel you n-ggas
i said f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
don’t make me k!ll you n-ggas
no i don’t feel you n-ggas
man f-ck you n-ggas
i told n-ggas in ’05 i don’t f-ck with maybachs
you wanna hate up, come outisde, just f-ckin’ say that
two things i learned, n-gga gotta stayed strapped
and n-ggas ain’t goin’ down without a dr. dre track
black boy fly, n-ggas watch me grew
n-ggas studies my beefs and couldn’t stomp my flow
(cause i’m dangerous)
n-ggas think they f-cking with me
(stop smoking angel dust)
n-ggas think they smoking on this chronic
(the same as us)
come within (range of us)
bullets (your brains are bust)
ministers get shot, two of these n-ggas (came to us)
you broke your rent doing your b-tch want me
i’m off this og kush and you the lil’ homie
n-gga wanna borrow some weed, i got a lil’ homie
watch how i’m driving, can’t let the double cup spill on me
same block and stop snitchin’, mother f-ckers still one me
g-unit had a reunion
man f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
i k!ll you n-ggas
cause i don’t feel you n-ggas
i said f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
don’t make me k!ll you n-ggas
no i don’t feel you n-ggas
man f-ck you n-ggas
that’s on compton, you looked in the closet with a monster
i eat you alive (man f-ck you n-ggas)
it feel like tommy hilfiger, f-ck n-ggas i say it again
(man f-ck you n-ggas)
i feel lke remy ma when she got out of the jail
look back at the prison like (man f-ck you n-ggas)
and this time i’m going for the gusto
r.i.p. justo, will i fall off? f-ck no
california mind n-gga, pull it like a truck boat
these crips, these bloods, these esés, they playin’ cut throat
you a fish out of water, every mc gets slaughtered
if you ain’t nas, eminem or f-ckin’ s dot carter
i tie up your wife, pull out my d-ck jack it off, kiss the knife
before i cut her, take my jacket off, f-ck her then hit the lights
rub it in there like detroit streets, with pictures of me
f-ck her till cops come, then i’m bustin’ like
man f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
i k!ll you n-ggas
cause i don’t feel you n-ggas
i said f-ck you n-ggas
i rob you n-ggas
don’t make me k!ll you n-ggas
no i don’t feel you n-ggas
man f-ck you n-ggas

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