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doe b – half time lyrics

[intro: dj scream]
as long as dj scream right here
as long as bigga rankin right here
frank white
the whole world needs to know
doe b gon’ live forever

[verse 1: doe b]
hey
i’m talkin’ half time
h-town, half a brick sh-t
remix, in the drought
get you rich sh-t
who got it? they got it, we yellin’
that hit a l!ck sh-t
show a monkey -ss n-gga
how a banana splits sh-t
fifty rounds, hundred rounds
that’s that drum sh-t
band practice
f-ck around and get your dome hit
by starin’ at me
i’m paranoid like i’m on it
sold so many bricks, i f-ck around
and make your home flip
real estate
f-ck where you’re from, i’m from a realer state
fish fillet, fish scale
boy, that’s k!ller yay
weigh your white
then pull up on you with a pillowcase
and sell you some
you getting’ money, n-gga tell me something

[interlude: doe b]
hey, ya’ll n-ggas gettin’ money out there or what n-gga?
(n-ggas not gettin’ no money, man)
huh? let me know somethin’, boy
(i don’t believe these n-ggas, brah)
hey, i see you n-ggas
(real talk!)
hahaha! you seem on sh-t for real though, n-gga (for real!)
on ma!

[verse 2: doe b]
i’m talkin’ circle k
been straight, n-gga court street
irene, sour dees, n-gga o.g
shop with me
all the real n-ggas know me
they f-ck with me
ask about me, boy i got the streets
stupid clientele got my name ringin’ bells
got a cali plug for real
say the word, he’s breakin’ bails
i got birds, i got squares
pull up on ya with some sh-t
get caught with this, you gettin’ an l
if you’re scared, say you’re scared
every night i say my prayers
cross my heart, hope they don’t tell
if you catch the wrong cell
you might end up in a cell
cocaine paraphernal’
get your -ss some long years
b-tch n-ggas never graduated
get more money than a mil

b-tch it’s trap life!
what you n-ggas know about it?
yea, act like it
these n-ggas ain’t ‘bout no violence
talkin’ ‘bout them k!llers
these n-ggas ain’t catchin’ no bodies
boy, you get your issue
i ain’t talkin’ magazines either
a hundred pages
i ain’t talkin’ magazines neither
that ak sh-t
everything we tote illegal
that mayday sh-t
let’s call it quits, these n-ggas evil
cold turkey
i’ll turn this b-tch to thanksgiving
back with no mercy
hot sh-t straight out the kitchen
let it burn like hershel
and that choppa got rhythm
it don’t skip a beat
you laid up in a hospital
‘till your sh-t go bee-eee-p

f-ck n-gga, trick or treat!
in your house with the mask
like it’s time to eat
come on hurry with them bags
my lil’ n-ggas starvin’
and they’re preyin’ on a body
with no holy water
god d-mn, these n-ggas violent (sh-t!)

[outro: doe b]
yea
come up off that, my n-gga
(let me get that)
we have to take what’s ours, n-gga (huh?)
so whoever says they’ve got the street (who got the streets, n-gga?)
you know what i mean?
you need that, right now, a.s.a.p., n-gga (pr-nto!)
see me on television getting’ money, n-gga

this sh-t right here (haha!)
they ain’t gon’ like this sh-t
(on my life?), n-gga
hey!

- doe b lyrics

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