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bugz - bring it to you lyrics

[intro]
hahahaha, yeah (detroit)
robert beck, robert b. beck, the b. stands for bugz (detroit’s finest)
dirty dozen
(he’s stand with who?)
he’s down with proof, he’s down with da brigade, he’s down with slim shady
yeah f+ck it y’all, you know me

bring it right to you, we’ll bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you

[verse 1]
yeah my name is bugz and bud is my favourite drug
although i like to get p+ssy, drinking whiskey from the jug
and if i stumble into you we gon’ rumble
and if you swing first i’ll block your shot like mutombo
“but bugz he got a gun though, ain’t you ’bout to run?” no
if i wasn’t packing, what the f+ck would i come fo’?
one of my precautions when the static starts to happen
he’s wiping one of my slugs, holding my clips, holding a napkin
f+ck scr+pping, i got a pistol and an issue
kidnapping your b+tch with my demands written on tissue
y’all n+ggas p+ssy and that’s the reason that i dissed you
your stage show is whack and i’m glad that i missed you
you mild mannered mary popping n+ggas don’t be bussin’ up
and that is able to be f+cking with the dirty dozen
i spit filth cousin, f+ck coming clean
my rhymes are dirtier than riding with a tripple beam
[chorus]
bring it right to you, bring it right to you
bugzy bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring that right to you, bring it right to you

[verse 2]
sitting on a p+ssy mattress with two b+tches bending backwards
watch ’em l!ck each other asses while i feed them b+tches acid
hallucigens, got the stupid tricks on stupid sh+t
but still the [?], i’ll f+ck the hoes and have quadruplets
do you with the numerous, [?] of unruliness
bugz be on some ghouly sh+t, c+ck and let the toolie spit
hide down they’re flying, b+tches crying, n+ggas dying
you try to battle bugz, you gon’ be losing like the lions
losing all defiance, my dirty d alliance
set up shop on your bump and on this block and serve your clients
brave shots with my eight shot, even on the way cops
been [?] we talk tupac through a séance
bugz a motherf+cker with the mouth like chris tucker
tell a b+tch n+gga “hush her” take her soul faster than usher
won’t hesistate to bust ya in your mouth where you were bust up
will k!ll the motherf+cka that took out my little brother

[chorus]
bring it right to you, bring it right to you
bugzy bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you, bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring that right to you, bring it right to you
[verse 3]
bugzy make it hot like a h+rny hoe squat
or the dude that shot the cops up in the known dope spot
run up in your crib, put my gun up to your rib
ask your women where the treasure, then she start to run her lip (it’s right over there)
my hood is full of fiends, crack pipes and broken dreams
little cheering, washing mommies smoke up everything
and n+ggas got the nerve to ask “why i rhyme like this?”
’cause every coin got a flip side to it
i run with drug dealers, that’s ready to plug n+ggas
the ones who just grin when you call him a thug n+gga (yup)
i love n+ggas, it’s all in me
my middle fingers at the camera for the world to see
(detroit city usa) 6 mile motherf+ckas
the ones who bring the ruckus, it’s you, n+ggas walk in crutches
the ones [?] so i keep my heavy [?]
you catch up beef with bugz and have a dance with the devil

[outro]
hah, don’t mess around and get brung on (you’ll get brung on boy)
you want styles? (6 mile)
bring it to you
you wanna hit, i’ll bring it to you
yeah, dirty dozen
outsidaz, good life boy
learn about it
mr. obnoxious

- bugz lyrics

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