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gudda gudda - back 2 guddaville intro lyrics

[verse]
look i flow too c+cky, you can never stop me
you can’t rob or shoot me, you’ll never 2pac me
you n+ggas is sloppy, i drop and i leave haters
i bob and weve haters
i’m the new rocky
get your paper up, before you try to war with me
semmi automatic pistol leave him with a torn kidney
get your spleen broke, i spit mean quotes
no gun, [?] hands, get your queen choked
i do this sh+t in my sleep, you should fear me
laying in the jungle, and you looking like deer meat
here he go again, crazy, no controling him
sl!ck n+gga, talk greezy like petroleum
new orleans, n+gga, rest in peace soulja slim
i know you looking down, like that n+gga going in
i hold my city down, it ain’t no holding me
back 2 guddaville, b+tch, i’m rapping like the old me
l.v. stamps on every bag i own
b+tch, i’m wilding like i mixed the henicy with patrone
weezy put me on, so for him, i shoot something
a lot of n+ggas talking sh+t, but ain’t gon’ do nothing
i’m the truth, cousin, you a mystery
i’m ’bout to make history
you n+ggas is history
you n+ggas is p+ssing me
off, i’ma knock your roof off
grown man sh+t, you gotta be kidding me
big money thoughts, big money talks
young money, n+gga, big money [?]
got a dangerous mind, every word is an asalt
like ricky ross, homie, you can call me boss
i paid all my doos, i ain’t worried ’bout the cost
hit my jewler on the phone, 10 thousand for the cross
i’m a real street n+gga, one that you should never cross
hip+hop crucifix, nailing rappers to the cross
i’m good in any hood, got a pass in every city
plus my name ring bells, i’m the man in every city
guddaville dropped, and sh+t ain’t been the same for me
drowning in blessings, ’cause the lord let it rain on me
so what you saying, homie?
i ain’t playing, homie
i get high, and i’m fly like a plain sauring
no album, but i’m still getting money touring
i get money, bring it home, my b+tch count it for me
young vet in the game, like rob ory
i need a pallace overseas, about 5 stories
real n+ggas on my team, that’ll die for me
i spit my life in the booth, this is my story

- gudda gudda lyrics

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