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d.e.t - never stop coming (peruvian connect) lyrics

[intro: bo$$]
what up doe? boss in this b+tch
straight like that, reppin’ that d.e.t
n+gga, you know what it is, get it how you live
i got my n+gga poe whosaine in this b+tch
esham, doc hollywood hustle
malik, chedda boy, it’s baby big boss in the house
we wanna do [?] baby
we got you
where you at, fool?
[chorus: doc hollywood hustle]
cat p+ss in my system, brandy on my breath
stacks on deck in the kitchen i’m a chef
[saw it in the cupboards there’s a birdie in the house?]
i got a peruvian connect, so they never stop coming
money never stop coming, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never, money never, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never stop coming, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never, money never, money never stop coming
(yeah, never stop coming)

[verse 1: poe whosaine]
yeah, [?] and we cash this [?]
[?] one penny to franklin
unload this sh+t, with proper equipment
wit with precision, locking your district
[?] ain’t no getting
they are all faking, and we take it how i get it
i’m so authentic, they so bullsh+t
[?] to the streets i am committed

[verse 2: boss]
i’m connected just like fifty+two
my state of mind, i gotta get some loot
you wanna hate on mine, you can get it through
the base of your spine, i contribute to
the death toll in this b+tch
let go of your begging and pleases
either fedex you to jesus
or leave ’em paraplegic
you can’t walk it out, n+gga, ’round these parts
should’ve talked it out before it got dark
they shot ya, doctors got ya hostage resuscitating your heart
first [?] getting out the car
[?] would’ve went to the crib after the bar
sick of the sh+t [?] america street hard
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[verse 3: esham]
got me a hookup, sippin’ my cookup
stacks so tall they making you look up
bread and b+tter, b+tter and bread
shot me a fed right in his head
is he dead? yeah he dead
ain’t that what the f+ck i said
left the whole scene red
fled foreign car sped
off with the hard or soft
wipe my gun down with the cloth
i’m the fire, you’s the moth
like jesus, nailed you to a cross
i’m a boss, just like bo$$
you a cop like ricky ross
you’ll never be a champion
it’s over with, you just loss

[chorus: doc hollywood hustle]
cat p+ss in my system, brandy on my breath
stacks on deck in the kitchen i’m a chef
[saw it in the cupboards there’s a birdie in the house?]
i got a peruvian connect, so they never stop coming
money never stop coming, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never, money never, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never stop coming, money never stop coming
(they never stop coming)
money never, money never, money never stop coming
(yeah, never stop coming)
[verse 4: chedda boy malik]
hey look, i get the work, i work the work
i put in my own dirty work (okay)
malik, when you gonna fall off?
(nah, never) on february thirty+first
and i know you know it hurts
i get it by the cargo
i got it movin’ out the door fast as a car goes
from cheddar ave to barlo (uh huh)
wyoming to marlo (d+mn)
from lynwood to chicago
lil n+gga, this ours [?]
it’s dinner time over here, we eat and you starve, bro
i get ’em in, peruvian like i got ’em from [?]

[verse 5: doc hollywood hustle]
[?] rlp
b+tch i’m with the gothom inc
stand my feet, make you scream
your team ain’t ready for what i’ma bring
my flows like crack so [?]
[?] cadillac
whatever you wanna do, i handle that
whatever i give you, i get it back
doc hollywood hustle, that’s fact
you lame+ass n+ggas get back
i’m at your sack, what you know about that
b+tch i’m still [?]
f+ck [?]
get the money ’til i die
[?] murder in my eyes
[?] i can’t [?]

[outro]
rival gangs involved in the drug trade, shooting it out
almost a weekly occurrence
whole neighborhoods are k!lling grounds
many of the victims and their k!llers are very young
teenagers and younger
now the schools not only have the traditional memorials
to those who died in world wars
but new makeshift memorials
to those who died in street wars

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