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obie trice - we all someday lyrics

chorus (lloyd banks):
n-gg-s know what i’m about out here
i don’t toot my own h-rn cause i don’t have to
you can run your mouth i don’t care
but if you get too close im gonna clap you
it’s too real out here to be scared
a real n-gg- is gonna do whatever he has to
a man is the last thing you should fear
it ain’t considered a crime unless they catch you
we all die one day

(obie trice):
n-gg-s when i step up in the bar, f-ggots wanna look
like you motherf-ckers got obie trice shook
like i’m gonna stand here as a man and
let some queer -ss funny looking n-gg- get the upper
hand
i got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn n-gg-‘s
moms
shoot up clubs and destroy n-gg-‘s vibes
everybody running for their motherf-cking lives
tough club n-gg-s, we leave early, c-ck back surely
open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city
pave
your nervous system still twitch off jay z
hoes and animals skirts get murked
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you slugs don’t hurt
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you play the bar hard
trust in god it cause you’re about to catch a bullet
scar
i give a f-ck where you from who you be with
keep this a secret right by the nuts
a 4-5 that’ll light n-gg-s up and this 4-5 high make me
not give a
f-ck

chorus

(lloyd banks)
but as long as i’m here i’m gonna grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
poverty will make your -ss bet on words
touch n-gg-s in jail make them wanna finish their last
sentance’
they say you live by the gun and die by the next n-gg-
gun
if that’s the case then get a bigger one
you don’t think i pack the pump cause i’m out the hood
that’s a stereotype like everyone that’s black and junk
i’m in a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings that like mike, bird, magic and them
out in dallas in a palace where the marriage is from
living lavash, i’m established, so the carriage will
come
i’m in the clouds you won’t see me on the train
i travel first cl-ss you don’t even got a tv on your
plane
you should be easy on my name, cause i don’t going back
and forth
your boss and your captain’s soft

chorus

(eminem)
we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out
too much venom and if you role with ’em
we gonna f-ck you up with ’em
i got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose
my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in ’em
(broom)
you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we
come through
g-unit, d-1-2 and obie we all move like -ss-ssins
ski masks and gloves consider this as a warning
disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just
ask muggs
but we are fizzast? f-ck your litte b-tch -ss up
we are not killers, my vato will have you shot though
drag through the body on f-ck, like kim osario’s
litte sorry hoe -ss, go ask b real
we burn source covers like f-ckin cypress hill
did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
shady records you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, i don’t smoke
but i toke enough second hand to make my f-ckin b.o.
choke
i’m an og, you’re f-ckin with a gi joe
bia bia, mia meo a vida loco
i’m a psycho, mariah aint got sh-t on me
when i retire i’ll be spittin baby food on people
a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her
with h-llo kitty slippers on, humping her legs
you ever had your cap pealed back or your sh-t pushed
in
i put my blade in you like a f-cking pin cushion
slice your ear clear off, smirnoff and henn dogg
i’ll show you how to kill a f-cking man like sen dogg
n-body told you that i’m loco essay?
i lack every sane chemical in my membrane
i’m slim sha…dy and the \”d\” is for deez nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
i pee in a cup for three months, i’m having an e party
for easter
please come
sweet done

(50 cent)
we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
your name on it we’ll hit em, chew em up and spit em
out
too much venom and if you role with ’em
we gonna f-ck you up with ’em
you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
i got a 12 gauge mossberg to pump up your chest
have you gasping for air after that sh-ll hit your vest
fear me like you fear god cause i bring death
silver back guerrilla in the concrete jungle
i’m the strongest around you know how i get down
i watch gansta flicks and root for the badguy
and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die
if you trying to buy guns i’m the n-gg- to look to
so what they got bodies on ’em, they still look new
you can raise your voice like you fending to touch
something
when i raise my knife sh-t i’m fending to cut something
see i walk like ron o’neil and talk like goldie
if the b-tch think i love her the b-tch don’t know me

(haha sorry kim haha)

chorus

(eminem)
souls -ssasins y’all
what up muggs?

(dj muggs)
what up em?

(eminem)
we outta here…

(grazie a crash per questo testo)

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