| This is for that niggas that be all that mopin
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| All that yappin all that talkin (talkin)
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| This niggas will be all barkin no body hurd me stunt
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| That ass stuntin
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| See where I’m from we huslle to make a livin
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| From riving surfing what eva u name it then gizzle did it
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| What eva bringing the chedda I’m with it I gota get it
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| For outa the ten commendmants I’m still askin forgivness
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| I’m on the block when it’s bumpin n when it slow
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| When it rainy or sunny bringing keys to detroit in snow
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| Holla was happenin water and hollin whut up dog them bows
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| 1300 them blocks is 20fo I ain’t no rookie in the game
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| I’m a pro soon as I jumped off of the porch pee-wee show me how it go
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| That was in 92 see by 94
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| I was cookin cuttinem, weighin, in the grind getting dough
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| Man all my life I’m a be a street nigga as long I’m in the game I’m playin for
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| keeps nigga
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| I catch a nigga playin I’m bringing that heat nigga
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| Most of these niggas be stuntin u don’t want beef nigga
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| U talkin shit nigga hold that thought
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| All be right back with that mac
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| I’m a expose that thought
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| Let me see whatcha was thinking
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| U wanted to be smart
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| U brains is in the street now
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| Nigga u sleep now
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| Nowa days I try to lay with’em to be cool
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| But this puppies be trippin straight disrespecting tha rules
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| And they know I’m a dawg
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| With ma hand on a 2
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| I don’t know why they choose
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| To still testa dude
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| But I know what I’m a do
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| Since I got too much to lose
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| Send my choppa city boys
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| They twikin to act a fool
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| Twikin to grap them choppers
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| Twikin to cut’em lose
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| Twikin to leave ya sip full bollas with
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| Out a clue
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| Twikin to hang yo family criving saying
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| The blues
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| Twikin to tell you that them was all on u
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| I ain’t the want to be fucking with
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| But if u bout money I’m the one
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| You should try to plug up
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| N get this money with
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| I’m on some other shit but if u cross my line
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| I turn back to head bustin quick
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| And split a niggas shit
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| I bet I pis out a nigga with this
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| Bullets like a bet the pis out bitch
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| U talkin shit nigga hold that thought
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| All be right back with that mac
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| I’m a expose that thought
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| Let me see whatcha was thinking
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| U wanted to be smart
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| U brains is in the street now
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| Nigga u sleep now
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| Talk behind ma back
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| In the street I’m a hear about it
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| Keep ma ear in the streets
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| So I’m gonna hear bout it
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| And I bet ya when I catch ya they gonna
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| Hear bout it
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| If I had laid in the streets
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| N let a lil child done found it
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| Man I’m a fool with it
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| And if them poeple come and question me
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| I’m a say I had nothing to do with it
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| I don’t know who did it
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| But he had a big mouth
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| That nigga was always caught
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| Lose lipping
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| U talkin shit nigga hold that thought
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| All be right back with that mac
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| I’m a expose that thought
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| Let me see whatcha was thinking
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| U wanted to be smart
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| U brains is in the street now
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| Nigga u sleep now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold That Thought, artist - B.G.. Album song Life After Cash Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп