| Yeeaah! |
| This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free
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| G-Unit in da house! |
| What up baby
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| Performin’live tonight live on stage. |
| .Captain Save-A-Hoe
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| and the fabulous Case y’all, stick 'em out y’all
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| All my Detroit players, let’s go!
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| I ain’t set the stroke and I ain’t for games
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| I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
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| I got a woman at the crib so I ain’t your man
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| I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned
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| You know all I really wanna do is fuck. |
| I ain’t
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| gon’let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I’m that stupid you done pressed your luck
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| I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned
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| You gave right, yes I love menage-a-trois
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| And I got drawers as big as guys’s big wah
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| I’m a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
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| that I wouldn’t turn my niggaz on to you when I hit ya I probably could forget ya if I hadn’t been drunk
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| but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump
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| When my mind’s on hump to me my .9's in the trunk
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| and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt
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| Not once, twice, but three times the lover
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| that your man is, and I’m a freak undercover
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| I got plans for you, trick, I don’t need a baby mother
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| I got five of them motherfuckers tryin’to smother me already
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| We can’t go steady, but you can give me head
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| Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit
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| My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed
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| and on the way, leave the bread with Achman (?)
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| I’d love for you to stay but I got another date
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| with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates
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| She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
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| plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape
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| I’ma make this one thing clear
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| Ain’t no woman hear gon’ruin my career
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| All the hell you doin’is pursuin’a dream
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| that’s when you find out that life ain’t truly what it seems
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| All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin’each other
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| And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn’t wear a rubber
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| He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her
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| I’m sure as hell ain’t gonna go to court for my mother
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| or my wife, and my sisters. |
| So motherfuck a mistress
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| They signin’a contract before these bitches hit this
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| Never will a woman take me out that way
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| I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin’face
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| What’s your name again? |
| It doesn’t matter
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| My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers
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| Sit down girl. |
| Let me get you a drink
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| I’ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink
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| From day one, I knew you was a hoe
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| I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'
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| Turn around, let me see your nasty ass
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| Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads
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| These hoes be on some bullshit. |
| Always tryin’to pull shit
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| outta they ass. |
| Get mad and put you on blast
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| Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you
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| sucked you, put it on you, boned you
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| Yappin’off with they mouth sayin’she loved you
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| All on your dick, callin’your phone, spazzin’and shit
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| Havin’a fit until you feel like callin’it quits
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| Then she starts callin’your chick
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| wantin’to fight. |
| Everytime you show up at a gig
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| she front row with her friends. |
| Flippin’you off
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| Follow you to the bar, the bathroom
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| the parkin’lot, to the car, pissin’you off
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| Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout
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| You get locked up for assault and now you asked out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'll Be Damned , by - D12. Song from the album D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп