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malik b & mr. green - dolla bill lyrics

[intro: scratching]
-militant-
-back in the booth-

[verse 1: malik b]
you n-ggas is traitors i gave you hard-working labour
i gave you your flavour you f-cking bohemian haters
you n-ggas is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes
the movers and fakers can f-ck around and catch the vapors
while i’m pulling capers watch how she’s jumping like the lakers
i want land with acres you f-cking [?] papers
i’m from back in the day when them n-ggas was wearing tapers
and crackers [?] they treat you like a racist
mili-militant yeah i’m back in the booth
.30-30 pop i hit ya -ss from the roof, yeah
it’s the truth i press up on ya when you stoop
molly wop with body shots ’till your body drop (uh)
i ain’t got the hammer c-cked to probably shoot
to you n-ggas we talk about we should’ve called a truce
shout to all my n-ggas that be hanging on a noose
waiting to make their sh-t bark, bang, let loose
chill, man chill let’s get at a dolla bill, they told me
chill let’s get at a dolla bill, -they-
chill let’s get at a dolla bill, they told me
chill let’s get at a dolla bill

[outro: scratching]
-militant-
-back in the booth-

- malik b mr green lyrics

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