| Yo, yo… What the fuck’s goin' on
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| With all you undercover-ass playa haters
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| All motha-fuckin' snitch
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| My nigga T. Rock shit
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| What the fuck y’all tryin' to do?
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| Y’all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'?
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| Ya know what I’m sayin', you niggas can’t do that
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| 'Cause we 'bout it baby
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| Ya know what I’m sayin', it’s all good
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| We can see you, but you can’t see us nigga
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| Me and the Rockafella, T Rock baby
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| ATL, Memphis, the whole motha-fuckin' south
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| And you know that nigga
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| Can I begin the story of a nigga
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| Tryin' to make a million for eternity
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| In the city of Atlanta
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| Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma
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| But it ain’t no way for me to make green
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| 'Til my nigga T-Low introduced me
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| To Mac and The Kaze
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| Then no one could stop me
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| All that juice to her, I swear?
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| ? |
| Prophet P and recruited me
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| Nigga I turned to Prophet Posse
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| Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide
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| Spittin' fury out my Range and ride
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| Burnin' rappers like bacon fried
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| Won’t you tell me who’ll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide
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| Provin' high niggas that you anxious
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| Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps
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| Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul
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| And vote it Heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it
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| And you’s a nigga tryna spread a story
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| 'Bout some shit that didn’t happen in my lifetime
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| All you fakers and phonies are on the edge
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| Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines
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| Ever want a nigga on the white grind
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| Nationwide niggas on the rise
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| Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya
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| And it don’t matter what ??
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| Triple 6 kill like clan and T. Rock
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| Rockafella stretch a million other papers
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| Won’t you realize
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| A nigga finally came up in the game
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| All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss
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| Act like I don’t know, you got to deal it straight
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| Now you burnin' niggas down to a crisp
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| And I don’t risk 'cause I’m T. R-O-C-K
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| Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways
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| Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths
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| And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way
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| 1 — Nigga yeah know
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| Nigga, yeah know
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| We rollin' clean rides
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| And we blowin' hella dope, nigga
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| Do a motha-fuckin' S.O.S
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| Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?
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| I’ll be comin' with the Prophet Posse
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| Know that Gangsta Boo
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| I’m 'bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen
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| How many times you wanna hold me down
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| But like that named Puffy, bitch, I would not go
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| All the other stupid shit that you be kickin'
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| When I’m pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door
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| I be rollin' with them niggas that’s out the projects
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| You wanna bet
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| ?W-L? |
| dub your whole motha-fuckin' chest
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| Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me
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| It’s money over bitches, yeah
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| I’m the type of bitch that be kickin' shit
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| The type of bitch that be takin' other bitches' dick
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| The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip
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| The type of bitch that ride with the Triple 6
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| Miss steady and the Rockafella crew can load clips
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| With lyrical ??? |
| the whole slip
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| Gangsta Boo got ??? |
| take and slap a trick down to the floor
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| And give her swole lips
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| It’s all good, I think I got her to a 5
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| Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized
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| Me and my nigga T. Rock ???
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| We smoked out straight to Atlanta, live
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| Repeat 1 to fade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nigga Yeah Know, artist - T-Rock. Album song Enquiring Minds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп