dme & fatt loc - before the rap lyrics
[intro]
(yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf+ckin’ beat?)
(ah, nah, you ain’t made that motherf+cker)
way before the rap, name a n+gga that play with me
that play with me, uh (turn it up, trap)
[chorus]
way before the rap, name a n+gga that play with me
you can’t ’cause they know if they play with me, it’s first degree
steppin’ in them soldieries, i be feelin’ like master p
i’m ’bout it+’bout it, you gon’ see if you ever come f+ck with me
got shooters that bust for me, and my n+ggas, they stay with me
i’m servin’ smoke for the free, if we beefin’, go pick a tee
don’t make us hoodie up, switch them plates, you know we spin for real
he started b+tchin’ up, when i showed him that that beef was real
[verse 1]
it’s do or die, n+gga, show me, don’t wanna hear ’bout what you did
we ’bout business, if it’s that, then, n+gga, show me how you live
we got chopper, glocks, and macs, we tryna take a n+gga wig
draco shot him in the back for tryna rob, you silly kid
must ain’t heard we double back, we’s tryna slide and get him wacked
we four deep up in this flat, bro pushed the whip, i let it clap
when it’s crunch time, boy, is you gon’ fold or let it rip?
i’m really ’bout mine, i ain’t really with all of that lip
p+ssy, blow somethin’, show me that you really with the sh+t
gotta show somethin’, all my n+ggas really with the sh+t and they gon’ blow somethin’
free 100k up out them chains, he on go for me
i ain’t gotta question, i’m gon’ blow for him
[chorus]
way before the rap, name a n+gga that play with me
you can’t ’cause they know if they play with me, it’s first degree
steppin’ in them soldieries, i be feelin’ like master p
i’m ’bout it+’bout it, you gon’ see if you ever come f+ck with me
got shooters that bust for me, and my n+ggas, they stay with me
i’m servin’ smoke for the free, if we beefin’, go pick a tee
don’t make us hoodie up, switch them plates, you know we spin for real
he started b+tchin’ up, when i showed him that that beef was real
[verse 2]
granny knew how i was livin’, obviously with that fire on me
come ’round here playin’ with mine, go put your ass on a tee
n+ggas shootin’ in the sky, but sayin’ they shot at me
all that cap gon’ get you clapped
that’s gon’ happen, code [?] for you
we pop out, it’s like peek+a+boo
my lil’ hitter gon’ get at you
why they pop ’em, i’m in the booth
she’ll catch you, don’t leave a clue
don’t make me get you out of here, if i hear you, b+tch, switchin’ sides
if i heard you, b+tch, tellin’ lies, that’s your ass, you gotta die
that’s your ass, you gotta die
better not let me hear you out here, um, but switchin’ sides
that’s your ass, sh+t gotta die
bro ‘nem, walk ’em down, mask up, and hit ’em with that fire
[chorus]
way before the rap, name a n+gga that play with me
you can’t ’cause they know if they play with me, it’s first degree
steppin’ in them soldieries, i be feelin’ like master p
i’m ’bout it+’bout it, you gon’ see if you ever come f+ck with me
got shooters that bust for me, and my n+ggas, they stay with me
i’m servin’ smoke for the free, if we beefin’, go pick a tee
don’t make us hoodie up, switch them plates, you know we spin for real
he started b+tchin’ up, when i showed him that that beef was real
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