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hitman sammy sam - uh huh lyrics

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it’ll be like ran over, the impact of an 18 wheeler
there’s no surviving this dirty game yet i’m the killer
finna gather my n-gg-s, some gorillas, supply they n-gg-
finna make one call, they coming to get’cha, got ’em n-gg-

told them diablos take a chill, i got this here
mixed in the crowd, searching for ya, i’m over here
swear to god i ain’t running i ain’t never been scared of no busta
you phony as h-ll, i’m atl you from augusta
we take this sh-t far as you want make a call on you self
we can wcw nitro and i take them d-mn belts

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- ain’t real he be fakin’, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- from augusta by macon, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

wanna know what i ride, deuce deuce’s, monte carlo chevy
wanna know what’s inside, ak, and i’m ready
that n-gg- couldn’t beat me in a tennis game with 20 arms
that n-gg- couldn’t beat me in a shootout if he had 50 guns

any n-gg- try to help him and write his raps you f-cking up
we walk in the bodytap you there, you ducking us
that n-gg- done switch from the nike’s to them reebok cl-ssics
that n-gg- got me so down packed i’m laughing at him
as far as a major company, i don’t give a flyin’ f-ck
they ain’t offering me enough, ’cause i’m looking at you ain’t came up

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- ain’t real he be fakin’, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- from augusta by macon, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- don’t know bout my city, ’cause he’s a country n-gg-
that n-gg- don’t know we’ll come get him, ’cause we some mobster n-gg-s
them n-gg-s he got in his corner, them straight lobster n-gg-s
we loading up ready to ride y’all, we mafia n-gg-s

you think making a song with baby d, make ’em put me down
who you think crunk oomp camp, now who’s the rookie now?
i put this rock n’ roll sh-t against every last label
it’ll be like 4 old chairs at a brand new br-ss table

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- ain’t real he be fakin’, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- from augusta by macon, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

that n-gg- done growed my beard, ain’t he?
(uh huh)
that n-gg- listed where i live, ain’t he?
(well, uh huh)

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