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grown ass child - offended lyrics

[sampled]
ru, ru, run it

[verse 1: tommy2tone]
stupid -ss hoe imma catch him at a red light
n-gga wear a skirt, we don’t f-ck with no dikes
pull out the semi, that sh-t tall, not talking height
free jboog, the feds don’t know the f-ckin rights
uh, snitchin, that must be somethin new
if we talking money, we talking f-cking revenue
caught him lacking, heat that b-tch on the avenue
if he talking crazy, choppa eat you and your f-ckin crew

[chorus: sampled from mobb deep shook ones part ii]
son, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin’ the life that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
so some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
he ain’t a crook, son, he’s just a shook one

[verse 2: grown -ss child]
im here to finish off this track
cuz they save the best for last
i got that big d-ck, two b-lls, and a sack
later i’ll be hittin yo girl from the f-ckin back
she was walking in the dark, and she did get sn-tched
no consent, didn’t even bother to ask
to bad her p-ssy was a waste of trash
clapped her cheeks so hard, turned her into ash
me and my team also ate out her f-ckin -ss
i’m on the low now, so you better enjoy it while it last
from the future, present, and even the past
i gave you one simple task and you still can’t p-ss
i don’t repeat myself because you stupid as f-ck
speak the wrong words man, and you might get touched
ran up on, stabbed, shot, and even jumped
hit so f-cking hard you get concussed
impostor, thinking you tough and stuff
see yo stupid -ss, when you cry and bluff
you gonna be on your knees saying enough is enough
you’ll be my next victim if you push yo luck
d-mn
i was thinking for a second if i did give a f-ck
when me and my men come around, you better hide and duck
rock you in yo face, stab yo brain with yo nose bone
i’m on the track with my boy tommy2tone
gunned down in the street, and yo blood be flowin
deceased without yo d-mn family even knowin
fists is what we be throwin, while yo reactions be slowin
i’ve been waitin for this moment, when the cemetery overflowin
while your thoughts still loadin, i get down to the chokin
in this business, we be open, and closing
while you choose to stand there all shook and frozen
the neighborhoods is what we be f-cking patrolling
dig up your dead mom, and f-ck her corpse
on her, i might perform some sort of intercourse
no mercy, pushing all of my force
i gotta stack up my d-mn casualties of course
i gave you a preveiw of what we do, so now you know what we have in store

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