| Been that nigga since I was conceived
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| No bitch trace in my genes, my mama was a G
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| Known to keep a pistol tucked in my dungarees
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| And if a nigga try it, he gon' have to murder me
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| On my mama
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| Block hotter than Rwanda
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| Stashing packs in my sister’s Honda
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| I know they heard that we serving
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| But if they search they won’t find them
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| Out here grinding
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| With a purpose, posted up like Andrew Bynum
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| On the block
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| Ray Allen with these shots (pop-pop)
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| Put a nigga in a box
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| Dump the Glock
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| Where was you at? |
| I forgot
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| No pistol, no case
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| Get out the next day
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| Finessing that ye'
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| I’m like James with that rock
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| Put holes in his feet, now he walking with Christ
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| Don’t talk to these niggas, don’t talk to these cops
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| No love for these hoes
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| I’m chasing this dough
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| Get miles with that hooptie and then to a drop
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| Uhhh, snitches don’t live where I come from
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| Pussy niggas get fucked if they want some
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| I’m tryna get my mama out the fucking slums
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| So I ain’t bout to settle for no fucking crumbs
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| Bible on the bed
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| Pistol on the floor
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| Police on our head
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| Landlord at the door
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| Lot of nights we wasn’t fed
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| Bred for the war
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| So I ain’t settling for shit
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| Tell that bitch I need more (x3)
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| Lot of nights we wasn’t fed
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| We was bred for the war
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| I’m from the place where the fucking police can’t go
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| Uhh, started from the bottom, can’t reach that low
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| Uhh, we getting dollars out a bitch, better teach that ho
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| Uhh, whipping up the ice cream with some sweet yeyo
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| My neighbor’s all on that glass dick
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| Tryna get high as that last hit
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| Got me out here selling this crack shit
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| Could’ve been a motherfucking draft pick
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| Like first round, jail-bound
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| Niggas get crossed out, nailed down
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| Motherfuckers want a get a fade with me?
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| Freddie Kane go the whole 12 rounds
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| On my Mayweather shit
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| Nigga tryna get Mayweather rich
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| FG might break a ho
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| But won’t make a ho
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| But I’ll let you take care of the bitch
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| 'Fore you crack that Hen', bless the fifth
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| Can’t a motherfucker live that test the clique
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| Shout out to my (?)
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| Motherfuck the police
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| Nigga, we ain’t scared of shit
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| What it be like? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Need More , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп