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da hol 9 - i know you seen us lyrics

i can make you rich up
the hol’ nina, choppin n-gg-s
necks off like nu teams
now that he in this, he’s the meanest
suckin pro teena’s on my p-n-s
come on baby i know you seen us
pacin back and forth, lookin out my peephole
and chasin to the porch, man where did that jeep go?
man where did my peeps go? 3, 4
n-gg-s off in the bushes all in the mount to get my c-notes
all of em out to get lil’ kemo
but if they touch me, i’m comin back to get my sh-t like reef-o
bully them hood cats like deebo
spit darts, rip apart ya amphrum structure, when i touch ya
diamond cl-stas, trey in custa
princess cut berries like treasures, so heads i had to severe
n-gg- it’s whateva whateva, the way you die i choose
channel 5 eye witness news, die when ya snooze
at the bottom, of the river, i deliver below zero temperature
make ya shiver, make ya quiver, like a dope fiend
pro teena’s comin up out my p-n-s, fill up arenas
hang n-gg-s like clothes straight out the cleaners
acc-mulatin felony misdemeanors, i know you seen us…
that’s how its goin down can you dig it?
ay kaos, let these m-th-f-ckas know where we
i’m from that hol’ nina type like rings on swoll fingas
make bond like james in goldfinger
smokin that sh-t that’s so green-a
saint souls, no hoes like soul singas
young n-gg-s h-lla from the ghetto
playin n-gg-s out like a cello, talkin ya b-tch out of stilettos
neva let go of my hood dreams
constantly findin myself involved in these hood schemes
went from servin hood fiends
(ay derty that probably was a good thing)
n-gg-s with burnas don’t concern ya, well i’mma make ya quick learners
takin that drama to a b-tch kerna
straight from pound then to a big sternum
greedy for green, that’s why sh-t turn us
and you gon learn from being soft spoken
we keep the law broken, i hear heart i bust yo jaw open
and kurt warner support oakland, eyes open
focus on you lil’ tricks that fly them hoes in
i, pick up a pen and pad
pull up a chair and scribble sh-t to make you n-gg-s mad
i fin’lly had it up to herre wit b-tches
problem is figurin which is, the right b-tches
the b-tch without three 6’s
goin against my mother’s best wishes
y’all n-gg-s tryin to wash mine but ya sink is full of dirty dishes
knockin me down from tryin to get my riches
you claim to be my homie yet you roll them ove-y oldie figures
brain like a 40 clover as i pick it
i’m comin up blank, when i think n-gg- in figures
i didn’t die man, but still i’m capsizin
in the river, feel the water pressure swell up my liver
try not to swallow n-gg-, hah ain’t nuttin but air in esophagus
i do it to collide in my guts, to reach the top of the
mississippi, pack my pabala, who wit me?
n-gg-s we went from them blocks back down to 50’s
wearin jeans too big to fit me
soon as i think i’m too big for the city, they’ll send them feds to come and get me
i can make it simple right now, gun to my temple and “pow”
that’d be the end of me, but i don’t wanna get my enemy’s the satisfaction
that’s the only thing that keep me from blastin my spot up off the map and
that’s why i’m rappin, i tell ya if it wasn’t for this sh-t
my own be moanin and sh-t, cuz i’d be gone in a ditch
alone in this b-tch, we’d quit the microphone in this b-tch
soon as i hear my lic i’m gon be ownin this sh-t…
1- f-ck these n-gg-s dogg
2- ay ay hit the track man
1- f-ck these b-tch -ss n-gg-s dogg
2- it’s all to the goody n-gg-
1- they can’t f-ck wit us derty!
2- n-gg-s just don’t know that’s why
2- next track d-ck-face!

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