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blue martinez - rns, pt.2 lyrics

(intro)
– yea …rns. yea …

verse 1

– them n-ggas talking way too much they ain’t with it (they ain’t with it)
– you running your mouth, no action, you ain’t did it (you ain’t did it)
– they say you gotta’ pay the cost now, to be the boss i floss now
– like dental, i own it, that sh-ts mine, no rental
– i’m offended at you f-ck n-ggas
– back then i was a drug dealer
– young bugged n-gga, still running ‘round with that forty-five on my waist
– dare y’all to come and try me, put a hammer all in your face
– like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
– had a stash house, had a crack house man
– had about a couple safes
– is that a truth or a lie? man you can’t tell it’s too late
– rolex watches, we all popping
– ‘bout to go and go car shopping
– ‘bout to go and go building shopping
– ‘bout to go and by the whole lot and..
– n-gga tried by a whole block and
– tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
– nowadays it was ‘95, the way my n-ggas use to red top it
– blue top it, man they all cracking, they all popping
– little scappy though, they want no problems
– i had a mixtape i want no album, no album
– i’m back then i’m gone
– i’m coming in and it’s on
– y’all n-ggas rapping so gangsta’
– ain’t none of y’all that hard
– y’all jim jones and cam’ron, y’all beefing over that web series
– i’m riding around in that h2, still beefing out with that tec with me
– still riding ‘round with that lex with me
– ‘95 like it’s a bubble
– y’all fucc n-ggas in trouble
– this rap sh-t to me a hustle
– i slept on the floor with no pillows, roaches out the ceiling, that’s a struggle
– i could show you proof, but got no pictures, got a mental vision like nothing
– well f-ck you…if it ain’t about dough, then why we talking ?
– and you got opinions ‘bout how i’m living …but you still crawling
– better first learn how to walk homie
– before you learn how to talk on me
– before you get outlined in chalk homie
– yea that’s that street sh-t
– that ain’t rap sh-t, they pull gats quick
– rap your body up in that plastic
– and have you really crusty, no chapstick
– when that 45 a start clapping
– i made it happen, trying to get about 10 condos in manhattan
– and you still b.e.t. rap city
– living up in your momma’s bas-m-nt
– talking ‘bout how you in a foreign, that bullsh-t you ain’t never whipping
– talking ‘bout how much doe that you got on i.g., you ain’t never get it
– your digital hustle is really a struggle
– you ain’t have the muscle
– you claiming you gansta’, you ain’t about nothing
– why the f-ck is you stunting ?
– i make that phone call
– and have them young boys run up on you with that .38 like it’s nothing

- blue martinez lyrics

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