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only the family - brazy krazy lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m just tryna get along with my n-ggas, they finessing and sh-t
what the f-ck these b-tches want from a n-gga? dmx with this sh-t (yeah)
i’ma turn up, i can’t wait on ’em, i pop me a perc for the layover
nut on her face give the b-tch a new makeover
i move to atlanta my goal is to takeover
how you a gangsta but you put the jakes on ’em?
they say i can’t ride with no guns ’till my case over
i’m in iraq with my dog like beethoven
i brought a pound at summer jam
ask stunna no clowns from instagram
in the school i be down with the glizzy jammed
no doe boy, we in that mini van screaming mini man
blood in my eyes n-gga, i can’t see
neighborhood hero, that’s what im destined to be
every k!ller in the hood turned drug dealer, kept investing in me
gd’s, bd’s, foes, lords plus them o’s when they face the east (gang)

[chorus]
these n-ggas don’t slide, tryna get revenge, that sh-t crazy
they gave bro 10, i seen him cry like that sh-t brazy
he coulda got away but he ain’t wash that palm, that sh-t crazy
some n-ggas i love, had watch me starve, that sh-t brazy
that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy, that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy
that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy, that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy

[verse 2]
n-ggas ain’t leave me with options
tryna -ss-ssinate my character
that’s when i catch the n-gga, i’ma pop him
give me my sound back n-gga, i’m poppa
fresh outta jail, i brought shawty a chopper
don’t play with my name, see there be the problem
i done mix amiri’s with the prada
my daddy ain’t raise no hoe and you know that
i can tell what type of n-gga you is got a glock 23 with promag (wit’cho goofy -ss)
shawty gon’ k!ll for the skrilla like kodak
i’m the first n-gga from the block with a rolex
why you steady counting my pockets yo’ poor -ss?
let a n-gga take yo’ sh-t wit yo hoe -ss n-gga (b-tch)

[chorus]
these n-ggas don’t slide, tryna get revenge, that sh-t crazy
they gave bro 10, i seen him cry like that sh-t brazy
he coulda got away but he ain’t wash that palm, that sh-t crazy
some n-ggas i love, had watch me starve, that sh-t brazy
that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy, that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy
that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy, that sh-t krazy, that sh-t brazy



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