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lil 1/2 dead - if you don't know lyrics

(feat. chaos, quick ta mac)

[verse 1: lil 1/2 dead]
i gots game like monopoly
ain’t no n-gga stoppin’ me
from doin’ what i gotta do, so f-ck you and you too
your whole crew is weak, so peep
sit back for a second, let this real n-gga speak
tweak off the sh-t that i say is true
and like my girl brat, i’m gonna give it to you
through, the heartaches and tears and pain
i would never ever change i’d always stay the same
i aim to be the sh-t when i spits my verse
i gets my point across, that’s why you hear me curse
first, the turf where i dwell it’s on
n-ggas be slippin’ straight catchin’ two to the dome
the zone, that i’m in is oh so bad
we dropped some dope albums and we started a fad
oh, if you ain’t know where i’m from
we be flowin’
and this is dedicated to the one’s who ain’t knowin

[hook: lil’ 1/2 dead]
who’s them n-ggas wit the cavvy sh-t
its that n-gga half dead and the hostyle cl!ck
who’s them n-ggas with the cavvy flow
it’s them long beach n-ggas if you didn’t know

who’s them n-ggas droppin’ cavvy sh-t
its that n-gga half dead and the hostyle cl!ck
who’s them n-ggas with the cavvy flow
it’s them long beach n-ggas if you didn’t know

[verse 2: quick ta mac]
a n-gga feelin’ good on that up and up
cuz a n-gga’s not f-ckin’ up like before
(makin’ money) makin’ more
doin’ tours around the state
as i regulate and penetrate
those in the crowd who drove miles
(to see hostyle)
and lil hd blows up the spot
groupie hoes jock and jealous m-th-f-ckas try to plot
people be wildin’ but i be hostylin’
tryin’ to keep my m-th-f-ckin’ income steady pilin’
(by doin’ what?) by bustin’ all these doggy -ss raps
on these doggy -ss tracks
gettin’ paid by ascap
i’m stayin’ true
n-gga i ain’t bellin’ wit that n-gga big frank stank
makin’ more hits than hank
d-mn! it’s that n-gga sam on the loose
i’m comin’ through like ice cube
walkin’ in my black boots
oops! my style is stainless
i’m flippin’ sh-t like reglagainus
that n-gga quick ta mac crept up up on yo -n-s

who’s them n-ggas droppin’ cavvy sh-t
its that n-gga half dead and the hostyle cl!ck
who’s them n-ggas with the cavvy flow
it’s them long beach n-ggas if you didn’t know

[insert: lil’ 1/2 dead]
yeah eastside riders in this m-th-
total track in this m-th-f-cka
for the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch..

[verse 3: chaos]
now ain’t this a trip, quick ta mac
we got n-ggas who hate us
and hoes all up on our sac (why’s that?)
cuz it’s a whole lot of jealousy and envy
behind my back they enemies
but in my face they friends of me
(d-mn, is that how it be?)
yup that’s why we gettin’ jocked by them hoes
we used to clown back in ’93
(groupies) is what we call ’em
they only want the ballin’
and they shake the spot fast
when your paper’s pilin’ farther
so n-gga pick up your ends
and hop up off your b-tch
and stop spendin’ all your money
on the hoes wit the contact lens
you better come to your senses
and keep your dollas and yo cent-ses
in your pockets where they go
and never trust no hoe
cuz if you slip then they’ll dip
in your money clip
talk behind your back
and spread some rumors ’bout some funny sh-t
so take heed to the sh-t we be flowin’
and this is dedicated to the ones who ain’t knowin’

[hook x2]

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