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dj kay slay – you can get it to lyrics

[verse 1: slim thug]
big boss [?] independent be winning
[?] cause i got a problem spending
while you n+ggas pretending it
i’m living that life
i’m from the hood living good, and it’s feeling real nice
i don’t fight when i write, or speak when i beef
i just take it to the streets, and handle it with the heat
n+ggas weak
talking llike they on the block getting cash
you’re in your mama house, sleeping with your pen and pad
i wish cd’s was dvd’s
so you could see these p+ssy n+ggas who be claming they g’s
real n+ggas don’t speak, dirty work on mics
cause real n+ggas know the feds [?] n+ggas for life
yеah i’m slim thugger, motherf+cker, i ain’t nеw to this
ask them boys down south, they know i’m true to this
so make sure when there’s drama [?]
come see me in the streets, we ain’t gotta see the drama king

[chorus: bun b]
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
[verse 2: petey pablo]
[?] dawg, i ain’t just got on
i’m the motherf+cking [?] on
yeah even you homie
you ain’t know petey pab was putting sh+t out this hard
even though i get crunk, [?] up in new york
[?]
get on some slay sh+t with no prob
[?]
[?] 16 bars
i got someething going on
[?]
[?] on
sounding like i’m going back dawg
sound like i’m heading for self destruction
so far from it
dawg [?] really got [?]
[?] n+ggas did it
that’s why [?]
[?] song
[?] i was on it
[?] gone

[chorus: bun b]
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
[verse 3: bun b]
as soon as i step off the plain, it’s a problem n+gga
slay called me up, and we mobbin n+gga
if i need heaters on my side, they got ’em n+gga
and if i like a n+gga chain, i can rob him n+gga
without a worry bout the repercussions
throwing n+ggas and keep them them n+ggas bussin
you heard about the street sweeper’s cousin
[?] cl!ck, roll hard, ride thick
every n+gga hold his own, obody ride [?]
hardcore hood n+gga, raised in the slums
[?] them guns and we [?]
if [?] we ain’t it
if we aiming, we bussing
if we can buss it [?]
tell me, must it be explained how these south n+ggas be?
sick them wolves on you [?]
we do it big without the dream [?]
f+cking with that drama king, you gon get that red beam in your ear n+gga

[chorus: bun b]
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
old n+gga, new n+gga, fake n+gga, true n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck, you can get it too n+gga
[verse 4: david banner]
lil radio f+ck
i smoke ya and spit ya ass up like a dutch
[?] you stupid b+st+rds, i tried to heal the hood
through the beats and the verses
i’m bout to run my fingers through you b+tch n+ggas [?]
screaming god could you please save my soul from these curse?
the mind of a slave [?]
[?]
i’ll put these p+ssy motherf+ckers right in they grave
you don’t know me, n+gga
you don’t know my kind
yeah i speak [?], hit your ass with the 9
[?] street sweeper, out of the truck
you better [?] back [?] motherf+cker or duck
i don’t wanna be hard, my soul can’t [?]
it ain’t that i ain’t k!ll, i just ain’t got caught
and if i did tell the kids, that i love them so
let them know that david banner wasn’t never no ho
n+gga yeah

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