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letra de buck 50 - tj porter

[intro]
cashmoneyap

[verse]
young n-gg- straight out the trenches, could tell i been through it all (yeah)
i knew my life changed, i seen chico lay on that floor (yeah)
the night my brother died, through out messages, took a tour
when i scrolled up, i seen chic’ say “we gon’ ball” (forever)
that’s how i came up with it, b-tches know what’s up with it (yeah)
n-gg-s never f-cked with us, n-gg-s, we don’t f-ck with ’em
voice of the trenches, i swear the people gon’ feel me (yeah, i know)
i swear to god it’s only right i show the real me (let’s get it)
f-ck bein’ humble, time to talk my sh-t (yeah)
you know bm 850? i’ma cop that whip
two man, p-ssenger with me, he ’bout to smoke his zip
and we don’t argue over b-tches ’cause they all got clips, you feel me?
a buck fifty, you n-gg-s is politickin’
only time that i’m worried is when a dollar go missin’
i’m the man now, bet you n-gg-s don’t understand now
i’m from the ‘jects, i know how to break a gram down
arab in the kitchen, i watched how to cook a brick up
you gotta know yourself and i wasn’t ready to sit up
young n-gg-, big heart, big world, big sharks
if you lose yourself while you in the trenches, you get dogged
it’s the summer, catch a n-gg-, indictment with eight chains
all them n-gg-s say they tough, but they never put in no pain
always kept it buck fifty, know the streets f-ckin’ with me
real recognize real and none of you f-ckin’ with me
if n-gg-s want it, they can get it, i’ma put that sh-t in order
my uncle hatin’ on me, i’m really feelin’ like porter
older n-gg-s talkin’ crazy, i’m really f-ckin’ they daughters
how you feelin’, lil’ n-gg-? i’m really feelin’ like porter
any time, get the dice, i don’t chill with rats or mice
any n-gg- wanna battle, that n-gg- better be nice
they all love me, i’m the man, b-tches look better on the ‘gram
how you likin’ on my sh-t and then say that you got a man?
you know summertime in harlem i’m comin’ to make your block hot
crusin’ ’round these streets, i’m comin’ through in a drop-top
comin’ through the east, i be froze but make the spot hot
i told my little mans he better not kiss on no thot-thot

[outro]
yeah, i kept it a buck fifty, n-gg-
yeah, i know the streets f-ckin’ with me, n-gg-
yeah, harlem, what’s up? (let’s do it)
i know the streets f-ckin’ with me, what’s up? (huh)

- tj porter

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