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| Yeah don’t fall for a big butt and a smile
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| They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
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| Around my way, ain’t sunshine ev’ryday
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| Niggas’ll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
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| In a land of attitudes AK’s and accidents
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| Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
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| Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
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| And I’m stubborn, so I don’t lean back and flinch
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| Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
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| Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
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| Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
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| Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
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| The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
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| And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
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| Before the night is done they be another murder
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| Put your money to the side for another burner
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| (Stranger) Don’t bring 'em 'round if I don’t know 'em like that
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| I feel like it’s targets all over my back
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| Because of these broads that’s layin over my lap
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| A nigga that young ain’t 'sposed to live like that
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| I just saw the dealer and I’m goin right back
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| Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
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| I’m doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
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| Uh! |
| I’m frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
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| I’m better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
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| The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
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| And I’m focused, cause I’m a end up bloody if I snooze
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| You a sucker for love, or maybe I’m a bit different
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| If you ask me, is your baby mama’s a pigeon?
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| I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
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| And I’m out poppin Cris bitch I’ll show you how I’m livin
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| I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
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| Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
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| True fear niggas don’t feel ya they triflin
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| But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
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| As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
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| It’s probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the Range
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| This is Southside street talk the hood slang
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| And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
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| (Stranger) Don’t bring 'em 'round if I don’t know 'em like that
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| I feel like it’s targets all over my back
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| Because of these broads that’s layin over my lap
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| A nigga that young ain’t 'sposed to live like that
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| I just saw the dealer and I’m goin right back
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| Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
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| I’m doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stranger , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп