| Hey, JT, you know what playboy, it’s like this duke
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| The niggas from your town right, they ain’t
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| You know it’s gone be some motherfuckers
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| That’s gone hate tha shit out of you ass, you dig
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| I mean they gone hate the shit out your ass
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| Then it’s gone be some niggas that’s gone love the shit out of your ass
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| You dig
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| I mean, you know, playa haters come in all shapes and sizes
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| All shapes and sizes
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| But then again, it’s some good motherfuckers that’s got your back
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| That’s right, that’s real though
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| You dig, and the real motherfuckers they there for ya
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| Huh uh, One Love
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| We gone sprinkle 'em on this other thang
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| Beware of those faulty ass mark ass niggas snakin' in tha grass
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| Tryin' to take your cash cause you bubbled up to fast, the last
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| Nigga that tried to go against the grain, I made him feel me, mane
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| Cocked the glock, put on in the chamber then I aimed
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| For his dome and split him like a Garcia
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| Vega down the middle, jumped in my car, see ya
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| Itchy trigger finger dumpin' on them dont-knows
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| Janky ass motherfuckers, mane, beware of those
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| We drop bombs wit stocks and bonds and make it rappable
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| Financial status increasing cause everyday it’s capital
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| But more than likely, they sure ain’t real because they plastic
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| No money in they pockets but G-notes worth of assets
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| I reach out then drop check watch and get my proppers
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| We kicks it wit killers who hate cops and pack they choppers
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| So when you see me it ain’t nou need for perpetratin'
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| Stay the fuck up out my face because I know you playa hatin' me
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| Yeah, I still be my young Frisco city comrade
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| Makin' these niggas midnabb.
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| Postin' up in tha lidnabb
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| Pilin' up that cidnash
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| Champagne wishes, pussy fallin' up out the pockets
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| Thick ass … surrounded by docters, chocolate …
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| The niggas that you be thinkin' that’s always out to getcha
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| Ain’t always tryin' out to getcha
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| Sometimes them real niggas that be witcha that’s out to getcha
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| That’s why me keeps my tossed pistolas on the side of me waist-a
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| Just in case these cape crusaders wanna erase me
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| Hey, like I was saying look he, JT
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| Yuo from Frisco, we from the V right
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| We from the labb, we networking, this is what we do
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| And if you ain’t got tha recipe
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| Don’t be mad if they ain’t checkin' for ya
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| That’s real!
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| I see you sittin' on them thangs and bending the block
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| You better be sittin' on a glock or you’ll be riding stock
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| The jackers see them niggas clown, just like I see them niggas
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| But don’t be slippin' when you see me, I might be them niggas
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| With the choppers yellin' get out the car nigga
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| Hit the gas and watch me blast you ain’t gone get to far nigga
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| Don’t trust nobody cause your closest friends will turn to foes
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| It’s double agence in this game, I know you feel me though
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| You wanna take your potnas win, from me tell my why
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| Man y’all was potnas tryin' together nigga knee-high
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| How’s the fuck you just gone transport my … wear
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| Over some he say she say shit man dude you out there
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| Approaching my status feeling flavor never saving hoes
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| Breakin' doors try to trickin' some niggas in candy painted vogues
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| Marinatin' wit my boys from the V
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| We gets our paper stacks our chips and than we strike on z’s
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| We wraps our ki’s tight to keeps our G’s right
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| Gotta get that money so we can be upon the next flight
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| Not a dab but a smidgen play my game on precision
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| We dropped the bomb that’ll make things come
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| Then they fly like some pigeons
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| It’s goin' down, but ain’t no need for extra talkin'
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| How many straps up in the house, you best to get to walkin'
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| Cause in the '95 these niggas go for broke
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| Get up off that kamikaze in you face and end of smoke
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| Beware of those
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| Hey, this is my philosophy right here
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| I feel it’s enough cornbread out here for everbody
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| You know what I’m saying, I mean just think about it
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| I’m mean we, it’s a gang of motherfuckers out there
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| And we tryin' to change this shit, this the new dope game
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| We gone all get up in this rap shit
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| And get our coins ridnow as we speak, get them tokens you dig?
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| Tokens, yeah
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| You know, we networking like I say
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| Cel, what’s happening wit you playboy we, you dig
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| You laid that serious shit down
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| And you came from the heart
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| We all came from the heart and this is what we did
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| And you know, fuck it you know we
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| I’m in this motherfucker and you know how I do
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| I’m off some motherfuckin' shit
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| Urkin' jerk wit some motherfuckin' snapple
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| This 40-water, you know, like that
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| This is what we do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beware Of Those , by - JT The Bigga Figga. Song from the album Beware Of Those - Movie Soundtrack, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп