| Yo, what’s up nigga, this the colonel, MP
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| But uh, Fiend nigga, it’s your muthafuckin time to shine
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| You gon mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C
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| U.G.K. |
| and Fiend? |
| This straight for all the niggas in the hood
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| Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary
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| Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free. |
| This for all the real
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| Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? |
| No Limit style
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| Told y’all muthafuckas ain’t No Limit
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| You muthafucka, I don’t feel where you comin from
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| I don’t like your zone, bitch, your microphone pitch
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| Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
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| It’s my pleasure to bring the shovel
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| You been lookin for trouble
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| So me and C and Fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
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| Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
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| Straighten it out like starch nigga
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| When I’m parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
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| Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene
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| Shit you ain’t never seen
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| Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
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| Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
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| I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
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| Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
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| The last nigga figured, he had a chance
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| To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
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| Make the murder man dance
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| We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
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| Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
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| And you muthafuckin bustas
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| Boy, we down south bangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid of you haters and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid of you haters and you busters
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid of you haters and you busters
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid of you haters and you busters
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| I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
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| I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
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| Two outta one, step on it to win
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| They essay’s is my partna, mafia stamp on the end
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| Two block solid, each one worth one
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| I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with Bun
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| A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
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| Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone
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| Keep this shit pumped
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| Get to pop the trunk
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| Feelin light headed off some California skunk
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| And bitch I come from Texas and love that shit to lean
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| I’m down with Dj Screw and bitch it’s U.G.K. |
| and Fiend
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| And we ridin with some killas, niggas bout they drama
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| Pimp like a wheelers, and bitches like pirahnas
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| I’m sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
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| Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
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| And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
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| Down south slangin
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| What’s the sense of it all?
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| Pimpin, powder, and pussy tryin' to make pennies
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| Payin' off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
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| If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
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| From the wrong way, I’m killin' these niggas the Jones way
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| Let the psalm say, he died as a hater
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| Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since the incubator
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| My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
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| Lookin, death dead on
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| Knowin I was dead wrong
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| From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
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| If you ain’t got shitty, everything is far from pretty
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| But I’m one bad fucker that’s always claimin tank
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| Niggas know N.O., dank, and elevate
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| My rank, what you call it?
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| Bustin out the Expedition
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| Fiend pimpin, blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
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| My livin, resist the No Limit and stashin a duster
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| Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
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| We gettin rid a bustas
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| Down south slangin
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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| Down south slangin'
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| Rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slangin', artist - Fiend. Album song There's One In Every Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп