| I come to put it down
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| Rob, kill and destroy
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| Fuckin' your baby momma, your record label and your dead homeboy
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| You got me fucked up
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| I break you down like a bomb sack
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| Split your shit
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| Roll you up, put some hit to that
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| Jump that ass like asses
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| Fool you gets no passes
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| I can see clearly now
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| And ain’t leaving wearing glasses
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| I’m from the East Side, where we ride
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| Niggas die — we stay high
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| Fuck a drive-by
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| I’m in your house with your family tied
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| Honey I’m home so is this chrome and I kill her
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| Swellin' like your bitch in a Sherm stick
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| Nigga what did you do to her?
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| I ??? |
| cause she was ??? |
| don’t ???
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| Relax, bucks, she hard ??? |
| want me ??
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| I need the kids to your bomb
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| I’m sendin' the ho' to the tracks
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| Ain’t send your kids to a fuss the home death come quick
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| To a mark that they don’t know
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| But if you leave a foul as you I take it personal
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| Do you pay the plate?
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| Now tell me how d’you parlay?
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| Do you down 'gnac?
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| Or swallow Tanqueray straight?
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| Do you love to kick it?
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| Do you hating any fashion?
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| If you fit the ???
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| You be the nigga I be smashin'…
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| What’s your name baby?
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| And where you stay at?
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| Where your man locked up?
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| You shouldn’t have never told me that
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| I know you’re cravin' for some balls and your jaws get it on
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| Don’t pause down my dick, it’s gettin' tall
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| Don’t fall, turn around
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| Jack that ass up in the bed, uh
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| Bitch I’m young bleek and strong and just drunk a fifth of 'gnac
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| I ain’t thinkin' overcomin' 'em I’m trying to break some'
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| And bein' the nigga I am
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| Mack double 1, bitch, I’m takin some of that foully dust
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| Let me take and watch ooh your man got bombed here
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| I snatch the shit up tha closet
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| Put some ends in my pockets, bitch I’m strugglin'
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| On parole but she don’t know or won’t know
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| Cause I’m hustlin'
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| Pays me if you knew me I know she wanna fuck
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| I ain’t one about to trippin', I got the bitch ???
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| The pussy tight
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| The next time you ride tell him I said it’s all right
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| Stay out the jail finna I’m ??? |
| to you personal
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| I’m just as dirty as they come
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| M-A-C double one
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| Mac-11 ain’t no telling when it’s 7 to get they yellin'
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| You gon' stop to listen
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| I can’t afford to be missin'
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| No strikes is hazardous to my killing
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| I ain’t tryin' to see prison
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| You must be blind to the fact that I’m your baby pops
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| Don’t make me act a
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| Muthafuckin' fool
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| When I walk in your spot
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| I got a rough ride style
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| Been gone for a while
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| But when he see me he smile
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| My lil' voice run ???
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| And you don’t want to see me the same grown what’s up with that?
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| You was the reason why I laugh, did you tell him that?
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| I know you raised him on your own when I was locked down
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| But I was hustlin' to take care of you when I got shut down
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| Sure like that I take it personal
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| And you wanna trip
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| He got to care mom
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| But I’m his daddy, fuck that bullshit
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| And ain’t got to fuck with you to take care of mine
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| You can’t keep him ??? |
| or let me with him in the summertime
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| If you run up
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| And take my boy away
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| I’m takin' it personal bitch
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| And this is what I gotta say |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take It Personal , by - CRIPS. Song from the album Nationwide Rip Ridaz II - Betrayed (Can't Trust Nobody), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп