| Up North, Gain Greene
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| Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby)
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| Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute
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| Holla at ya boy, uh
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| I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww
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| My niggaz get down, down
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| I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound
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| Oww, Oww, Oww
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| Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
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| We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
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| Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
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| These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (know why)
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| Oww
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| Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece
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| He street, Bigga he manufique
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| Every man he meet, say what’s up to, my niggaz gets the groupin' out
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| These bitches I can loop 'em out
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| But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one
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| «Maxi won’t you come and meet my mumma, son
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| Hold my hand and walk up the alter», «Bitch stop ya fantasies»
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| She never really understanded me
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| When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte
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| Only fuck 'em in short stays
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| Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly
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| And I told the bitch to sip some
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| Hit some of this, it’ll get you wavey where you need to be
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| Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me
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| Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me
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| You niggaz all weak and all sloppy
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| Oww
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| I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww
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| My niggaz get down, down
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| I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound
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| Oww, Oww, Oww
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| Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
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| We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
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| Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
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| These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)
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| Oww
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| Moneyy
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| I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan
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| Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms
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| We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman
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| Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells
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| Soon as it touches my hands, I be like «Farewell»
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| When the beef come around, niggaz turn the scarecrows
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| Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos
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| Tech 9s and airholes, man yo
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| I don’t really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin'
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| I’m brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin'
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| Big money stackin', bladin', trappin'
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| Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I’m so amazin'
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| I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww
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| My niggaz get down, down
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| I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound
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| Oww, Oww, Oww
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| Niggaz get low when we come around
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| We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew
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| Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
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| These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why
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| Oww
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| If she let me, best believe I’m a fuck her
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| All the bitches say «Nitty, you’s a muhfucka»
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| Cause I don’t buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka
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| Cause we pimpin' hard around this muhfucka
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| And you slippin'
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| Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied
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| Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died
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| I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators
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| Red and green guts mixed on the escalator
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| Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper
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| How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up
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| 40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggaz all draped up (draped up)
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| Draped up
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| Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz
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| Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened
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| 100 to the lawyers, I ain’t goin' back in
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| Ain’t goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man
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| This be your bitch or even the right hand
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| Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I’m like the Son of Sam
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| Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every passion
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| For money I’m a madman, she better bring my cash and
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| God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it
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| Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats
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| Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me
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| Leavin' with' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist
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| Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip
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| Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script
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| Feds mad they caught me with G’s and a scale
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| Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill
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| I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww
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| My niggaz get down, down
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| I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound
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| Oww, Oww, Oww
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| Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
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| We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
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| Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
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| These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)
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| Oww |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oww Oww Oww , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 18, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп