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2 bklyn - say my name lyrics

(hey, it can be done jus not the way you want it)
(it can be done exactly how i want it)
(the only question is are you the man to do it?)

yea
reast in peace my n+gga iz
my n+gga pop
(figure it out)
rest in peace my n+gga q
(thats what i′m paying you for)
my n+gga smurf
black rose gang forever baby (yea)
and everythings on go
they don’t want no smoke
i prolly should of been dead
my bestfriends all ghosts
back then i would risk a charge jus to spend all on hoes
like this is all i know, you know how the sh+t goes
shouts out to the blow, 1 time for the load
told the plug look out, 1 time for the low
i′m jus tryin get back, these n+ggaz round me strapped
f+ck around get clapped, you n+ggaz better get back (grraahh)
made my first few racks couldn’t even act right
tricking off my past life
still bout that trap life, in the same clothes from last night
this old money, new b+tch
rose gold, new wrist
n+ggaz stole my old flow
hear me now like who this?
that murda murda that new sh+t
f+ck boys won’t do sh+t
wave god on my cruise ship
don′t wind up on that news clip
them pigs bringing them cuffs out
smiling all in my mug shots
rats still in my backyard
zombies all in my drug house (yea)
these b+tches round me bugged out
thinking i was gon wife that
hit the blunt then walk out
told the hoe i be right back
got money on mind (money on my mind)
murda for whats mine (murder for whats mine)
heard ya lil rhymes
that sh+ts a joke these n+ggaz liars
wheres all this coke you n+ggaz sold? (huh?)
dope you n+ggaz sold? (huh?)
broke these n+ggaz owe, so much they down to sell they soul
you know i′m sticking to the grind (sticking to the grind)
real n+gga vibes (real n+gga vibes)
sh+t been getting wild
i jus thank god i’m still alive
feel like these demons still trying to haunt me
ex b+tches still want me
make p+ssies bleed no monthly
these rap n+ggaz don′t want beef (nah)
we all in go all out
n+ggaz ride no stall out
big sh+t clear a mall out (yea)
see the sh+t you might fall out (boom)
i’m still waiting for a call out
they don′t wanna do that tho
facto, run his snitch ass right back in that rat hole
it’s movie time no act tho
tell the hodd back i′m back yo
ain’t mothing change i’m still about that cash flow
murda

- 2 bklyn lyrics

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