| Check it, brrrrrow!
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| That was personal!
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| It’s real with this
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| I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts,
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| and the minds of those have-nots
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| You don’t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| I’m a product of the block
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| selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock
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| and my house is the dope spot
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| on the couch with the door locked
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| Shorty K’s on the phone, Lil J’s on the floor
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| the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door
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| who is it?
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| I aint expectin no visit
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| so shady, I answer the door with the 380
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| cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons
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| frontin niggas get nothin
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| it’s like all of the sudden
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| everybody’s want a Bentley
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| everybody got a rap
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| everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack
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| How’s that?
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| for history on Unsolved Mysteries
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| you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me in traffic I’m a hood-type nigga made good
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| I’m the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood
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| and you should, recognize life is more important
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| every second that goes by, it’s only getting shorter
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| we order death at the burger stand
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| murder stands closer to love than hate, wait
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| drugs are more abundant than fate
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| and there some places about as safe as being nowhere
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| close to your gun out in Kosovo
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| run on feet from the cops,
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| with the lights from the chopper on your back
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| ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack
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| if they catch me without the gun they gon’stretch me fuck a six, I’d rather deal with God and repent
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| and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle
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| there’s a little time left, let’s hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga
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| drink away the drama before it leads us astray
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| wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day
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| and aye aye
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| if I cane I aint got enough money honey
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| real sunny days make me horny, do you want me to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some
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| doobie and some brandy, and he took her to the hotel
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| to whoop her and let her throw tail
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| all around the room, and check out about noon
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| to zoom zoom
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| and I smashed off
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| just to drop the ass off
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| and turn the beat up, and speed up cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on You don’t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| I can see you don’t know, exactly what the game is
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| I’m just trying to give you hope, that’s exactly what my aim is
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| (Bad Azz is a fool)
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| In this forsaken life of sin
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| they got a cell for you waiting at the pen
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| your homies is there, that aint never coming back again
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| it’s silly murders in the dope game
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| robbed and executed over cocaine
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| from Little Rock on back up to Spokane
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| and L.A.'s the same thang
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| the same place the kids play they gang bang
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| they bang bang and shoot em up and who the fuck!
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| got heart enough to talk to a pistol
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| blow the whistle on your life
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| it’s like craps on the dice
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| bustin’caps on a bike
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| flee speedin down an alley
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| thinking 'Damn! |
| It’s somethin bout Cali'
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| It’s water or the Cavi
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| naw maybe it’s the bitches and the sunshine
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| fool it’s the palm trees, cool breeze and one time
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| This the home of ragtops and swimsuits
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| we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don’t fuck with Timb boots
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| We 2pac wit it (what) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Personal Business , by - Bad Azz. Song from the album Personal Business, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп