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lil 1 2 dead - that dope nigga 1-2 dead lyrics

[chorus x5: lil 1/2 dead]
1, 2, 3 but could it be
the doppest mother f-cker that you hearing lil 1/2 dead

[lil 1/2 dead]
early in the morning jumps out my bed
who am i, that little n-gg- half dead
im going to tell you a trick i knew
a b-tch im met way back in 82
her name was grace
her face was all that and a bag of chips
boy she had hips, i dips
every single day down her block
now that hoe jocks because i served like some rocks
it’s like everytime she seem me she flagging me down
i just swerve on her and i throw up the pound
i let the hoe i dont love her -ss
as i mash on my gas and dash
to me it seeming, the girl is feening
she really wants me down on her teaming
make a lots of money sceaming
as i turn the corner, all the hoes was screaming

[chorus x4: lil 1/2 dead]

[lil 1/2 dead]
now im feeling alright, my rymes are tight
only one punk n-gg- that really tried to fight
my skills biting kills
so just chill before i stell your grill, for real
i got that funky -ss sh-t for your head
and only one n-gg- try to see half dead
the party that night he wanted to fight
he got mad because my rymes were so tight
i had to serve him like a stake on a platter
you know to me it didnt matter
i shatter all his hopes, all his dreams
i make the party swing, now he’s on feam
for all that funky -ss sh-t i be saying
you know i was playing
i left you on your knees praying
that he can really be like me
a real g, but that n-gg- coulnt see

[chorus x4: lil 1/2 dead]

[lil 1/2 dead]
who is the doppest n-gg- mother f-cker that you hearing
that n-gg- hd dogg, he aint no mother f-cking joke
now what would happen if you f-ck with him
you get’s rolled up like a joint and smoke
now i steal get’s busy like a 4 on a switch
still say f-ck a b-tch
even though i gots to make love to these hoes
now its 1994, all i love is my dough
a yo, my n-gg-z from the d-o double g
p-o-u-n-d from the lbc
im putting it down for the pound
if a n-gg- run up to my face, you he going to get clown
the sound of my sh-t is funky like some chicken
its good to the bones its finger licking
im digging all these hoes out
i got to clout, so let me hear you mother f-cking shout

[chorus x16: lil 1/2 dead]

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