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it's d-money baby - tha realist lyrics

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nig-a i be ballin women drawers fallin
i ain’t neva stallin automatic neva manual

chillin with my nig-as rite behind manuel
arts fuc-kin with this nig-a have ya missin body parts

my favorite body part gotta be a bl–dy heart
i swear i’m like a vamp seeing uno sangre, (one blood)

and i really dont give a fu-k you b-tches better pray
all i gotta say i’m d-money i dont play

make you bleed really bad with only two letters
a and ah k i dont fu-k with no barrettas

they out splittin wigs so ima have to keep it cleaver
neva catch me slippin cause i’m doing it way better

and i ain’t gotta really do it i could just spend some cheese
hire lil gee’s for a job for ah few g’s

you know how it is in the hood thats how it b’s
then young nig-as dont give a f-ck they throwin up c’s

gang bangin violence today is like a disease
so it won’t neva cease so you better say peace

when you see a real gee in the mothafu-kin streets
mothafu-k the police make my anger release

then the crime rate increase then they wanna ask why
cause yall pumpin all those drugs up in our neighborhoods

and yall puttin all them guns all up in our neighborhoods
then yall put us in jail cause we got some shyt you gave us

that be some bullshyt strait up it be outrageous
they do the same thing with hispanics like its soo contagious

on some real shyt you people need to feel my flow
if you dont then you slow probably won’t eva know

the real from the fake or the fake from the real
d-money gonna keep it trill goon face for life

and all i really need is a gun and a knife
i need a gansta thuggish and gutta house wife

now i’m bout to give some reps up for all my people
one for my blacks two for the natives

three for the ese’s they know how to shank’em
we all will neva thank’em all we gonna do is spank’em

benjamin frank’em take the money and we bank’em
anti-tank’em all my enemies i sank’em

d-money baby thats my name you know i over rank’em
smoke weed then crank’em feelin faded off tha dank’em

all them bottles of that hennessey i drank’em
anybody think they seein me i’ll blank’em

mothafu-kas who be hating me i’ll yank’em

- its d money baby lyrics

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