| First thang first, I’ma set it off, bang the verse
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| And yank niggas by they shirts, we from the gangsta turf
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| West indeed, coming to contest the lead
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| With Tech’s and vests, so hell yes, the rest should leave
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| Y’all think this industry weenies claimin' the set?
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| I’m from the streets, y’all ain’t even seen gangsta yet
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| Tired of niggas dissin' under they breath, wanna act funny?
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| When you come back to Cali, we gon' tax that money
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| Niggas over here that you payin' for favors?
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| Get it clear, beef with Maylay and nay can save ya
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| My behavior? |
| Nothin' like pick up a pen
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| This the Pac-10 and we back trippin' again
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| Watch ya speech, niggas fresh up out the streets
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| Poppin' heats, while you niggas on ya couch asleep
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| with that microphone
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| Niggas talkin' all that big shit, pistol
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| (Boss ya game up nigga!) And get ya wig blew
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| How many rappers can fuck with the masters?
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| How it burn, turn MCs into dust and ashes
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| Y’all don’t want it with us, we spit fire
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| Wash you niggas and put you in the drier
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| Hold up my nigga, bitch, I’m on the phone!
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| We don’t love 'em hoes, we love the lo-lo's
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| , khakis and chucks, and do-do
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| And if you wasn’t with the business, then whatcha go for?
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| Are you ready? |
| Team lead, nigga, roll the dice
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| (2005!) 9/11 poltergeist
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| I’m from Cali (Yeah!) to Iraq and back
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| Nutty, sick in the head, nigga clap in raps
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| CD’s went platinum, we pimp slapped 'em
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| I’m tryna get off the block like the undercover cop
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| That robbed the rock from 'em
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| We bump at the jam like a batterin' ram
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| Buster ass niggas gotta scatter, scram
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| Listen, young chump, hands up, get movin'
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| Not ya hot boy, better still, hot hoodlum
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| Set 'em up, blast right through 'em, fuck
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| Cut a nigga like buck, I ain’t gots to shoot 'em (Haha!)
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| Slow burner, young king, act turner
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| In so many words, I committed a murder
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| In so many metaphors, trampled and slaughtered
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| Boss Up the gang, pump to swing the border (Haha!)
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| They roll down my block, lookin' at him
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| 88 inches, black rims, black magnum
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| Black 6−4, black fire, black Phantom
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| A pimp got a few white hoes, black madam
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| Stop ya cryin' nigga, sign the line
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| Boss Up been my label since '95
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| When Dr. Dre scooped me, then the math got signed
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| Incorporate a nigga, that’s the grind |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Up Freestyle, artist - Young MayLay. Album song San Andreas Original Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп