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j-hood – be a gentleman (50 cent, tony yayo & lloyd banks diss) lyrics

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[intro]
yea
here we go now

[chorus]
n+gga make sure when you poppin’ sh+t, you mean just what you say (better mean what’chu say n+gga)
’cause n+ggas already came through and sprayed you in your face
matter fact let me close my mouth ’cause we don’t want no case (actually i ain’t gon’ say nuttin’)
i bet’chu won’t survive after you get hit with this gauge

[verse]
yo, i’m from the hood where the gangstas don’t be f+ckin’ wit rats
and by the age of thirteen they be bustin’ they gat
marvin talkin’ that burner sh+t, when all he do is jerk off and deep throat his man curtis d+ck (yo what up 50 man)
this n+gga lookin’ all flabby and sick
you ain’t nuttin’ but a son and 50 ass so your daddy a b+tch (b+tch)
i rob banks wе got big chrome
you and your long ass dome, you look like you got down syndromе (big ass head n+gga)
this f+ggot talkin’ ’bout the hunger for more
i put the tooly to ya head and have you humpin’ the floor (f+ck is up)
your boy curtis dumb p+ssy, he don’t want no beef (p+ssy n+gga)
you look like a woodchuck wit your big ass t++th (big ass t++th) c+cksucker
so what you got mills and cribs with wild rooms (f+ck that)
we got hunids of spots in hoods with wild goons
i ain’t drop yet but i’ll pop off quick, we knock off bricks
drink yak n+gga and pop off clips (j hood)
i’ll slap every n+gga on your squad curt
i’m on the grind daily, steady puttin’ in hard work (yea)
n+gga you don’ wan’ get hit you better get from round him (get from round him)
i ain’t referrin’ to swingin’ when i say i’ma pound him (yea)
you better run when i pull out the tech
or try ta play brave and get hit in ya neck (play brave if you want)
that silly sh+t you said wasn’t nuttin’ to sweat (nope)
but you can’t be serious so here’s what you get
g+g+g+g+g+g
a lyrical beatin’, i slumber with heathens (yea)
swing with gorillas, provide a.k.’s to the k!llas (hold that)
how you f+ckin’ with the lox when you f+ckin’ with the cops (f+ck outta here)
slice your throat from ear to ear like they did lennox (who won test)
i’ma problem with a capital p (yea)
after my shows the only time n+ggas be clappin’ at me
you never catch me off point duke i walk with the glock (what it’s do)
ain’t n0body on your team f+ckin’ with d+block (d+block)
muh’f+cker



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