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kuniva - neva too famous lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)
yo what the f-ck is up though? (what up though b-tches?)
it’s kuniva you know who the f-ck i am n-gg- (fo’ sho’)
that representing for them dirties n-gg-s (d12)
flat out, n-gg-s don’t know the deal wit’ it (blah, blah, blah)
it’s for every n-gg- (yeah)
every b-tch (your mom’s worthy)
whoever the f-ck you is, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 1]
a man can only be defined by his actions
no matter if he’s acting or flashing a blast
just imagine if you trapped in a circle of snakes, n-gg-s act fake
but when guns bust, they all runnin’ like a fast break
love and hate, 4 letter words, exact opposites
i can recognize that hate through your compliments
i got something to knock you off your feet and unconscious with
words written in a stone like biblical doc-ments
n-gg- you better acknowledge it
don’t take it as a threat but a warning, tryna sneak around me on some coward sh-t
i’m way smarter, more powerful than you ever thought
more deadlier than a bullet any n-gg- ever caught
[?] and heaters reside
you said you ain’t afraid to blast back and neither am i
either decide, you’re gonna reside on the wrong side
realize i ain’t taking on shorts by long slide

[hook]
to every block there’s a morgue, every n-gg-, every wh-r-
every snitch every b-tch, every groupie on tour
for every shot hitter, glock spitter, spot getter, rock splitter
i’m never too famous to stop and dropkick ya
in every block there’s a morgue, every n-gg-, every wh-r-
every snitch every b-tch, every groupie on tour
for every shot hitter, glock spitter, spot getter, rock splitter
i’m never too famous to stop in dropkick ya

[verse 2]
yeah i’m full grown, stand on my own the hood’s home
running ave’s on, deadlier than eight full blown
not a wannabe, i destruct orderly conduct
the results can leave you permanently with your eyes shut
n-gg- now what? a man’s best-friend is only knowledge
advance can be a lesson you can never learn in college
i lived life and learned that friends can turn on you
b-tches can get you buried with bugs and worms on you
making mistake and get your vital organs erased
then subst-tute it with a rat in a wheel runnin’ in place
i’m street smart, i whip n-gg-s that ain’t about sh-t
knock ’em out the air-force ones and fubu outfits
pop sh-t, tell me how you gonna let your glock spit
and make my anger hold my common sense for hostage
and when it’s on n-gg-s tap out after i blackout
i be all over you b-tches like some narcs in the crack house

[verse 3]
come and f-ck wit’ it, still old school like chet lemon
n-gg-s thinking they got something to prove like tough midgets
i don’t play games unless they come with two joysticks
control sh-t, bringing that voice for all annoyed
the ones in the back of the bar making all the noise
not saying the word to us, that’s about the wisest choice that you ever made
the metal spray, get wrapped in the bat like better maid
sever veins, beretta’s made to sweater stains
so clever game remember that name kuniva n-gg-
pistol whipping you on the n-gg- that’s riding wit’ ya
i’m a walking puzzle, if i love you i’ll hug you
a human pit without a muzzle always ready to slug you
i can be your best friend or your best enemy
just set it off a little, i’ll handle the rest willingly
welcome to the mind a the derelict intertwined with the heretics
of a barbaric regiment, glutton residence

[outro]
block there’s a morgue
n-gg-, wh-r-, snitch, b-tch, every groupie on tour
shot hitter, glock spitter, spot getter, rock splitter
every block there’s a morgue
n-gg-, wh-r-, snitch, b-tch, groupie on tour
shot hitter, glock spitter, spot getter, rock splitter

- kuniva lyrics

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