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mjg - slippin' lyrics

[mjg]
i’m sick of, here come the n-gg-s with blue steel
maybe them n-gg-s don’t let you slide, maybe they will
i’m sending back slugs to n-gg-s that want to creep
the killer tried taking me thinking i was asleep
mj, don’t give a f-ck what they say
you think you livin’ large you livin’ a slim day
ain’t no motherf-cker takin’ the sh-t i worked fo’
see that’s the reason n-gg-s get killed and hurt though
occupation is none, that n-gg- want to get a gun
run up and try to get me lay down and get done
weak b-tch, i ain’t got no time for cheap tricks
i’m looking through ya sh-t, i’m able to peep quick
don’t say that, dribble the n-gg-s that try to fade me
first f-cking possible chance they want to blaze me
n-gg-s who real and want to continue living
put a cap in they -ss if they try to catch you slippin’

[hook]
they want ya money
they caught ya slippin’ baby
they’re gonna take it away from you, it’s true
they saw ya coming
they got ya running and
pulled out they’re weapons, what are you gonna do

[skit: woman setting up man for a jack]
d-mn baby it’s raining harder than a motherf-cker
hurry up and open the door [door unlocks and open]
alright baby just don’t slip [door closes]
sh-t, ooh it’s wetter than a motherf-cker, where’s ya restroom
first door to the right
we still on for tonight baby
yeah baby we still on
oh d-mn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby
thank you baby, let me go get some music on
[door opens, music begins playing]
come on out of the closet baby, he’s in the restroom
[door opens, -pee hitting water-]
ahh, sh-t, i’ma beat the sh-t out this p-ssy tonight [gunshot and crash]
oh sh-t!, n-gg- f-ck you, f-ck [hit]
give me that motherf-cking piece you got on n-gg-
oh sh-t it ain’t even gotta be like this brotha, f-ck that sh-t
n-gg- i want the motherf-cking rolex
n-gg- i want the motherf-cking nikes you got on, ho
ah sh-t, n-gg- f-ck this b-tch you f-cking with ho
n-gg- give me, n-gg- give me what ya got

[verse 2]
i beat em’ like they daddy never did
the same punk who took it too far when we was kids
the knife got stuck in his back, slick move
you robbed another brother so what did the sh-t prove
you breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding
they make a sound, one hundred rounds, i’m landing five
in they chest plates, staying at home
it would’ve been a n-gg-s best place
shame to find they in a hurry for a death day
stopping the heart of any attacker
got his b-tch want to ride with me, don’t have to ask her
bringing action to the field whenever you n-gg-s ready
when you hear the rubber burn, i’m hanging up out the chevy
with a straight aim, n-gg- i blew em’ up out the frame
street tops scattered with tricks with false game
you can’t pull me off of my toes, i’m still tippy
now play with ya life, than try to catch a n-gg- slippin’

[hook x2]

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