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slyte - 93 degrees lyrics

[verse 1: sl¥te]
f-ck a trend
but, here i go giving in again
i’m real like that, i’m real life rap
with a blend of the backhouse sin with the gin
so, f-ck a friend
but, can’t forget where you come from
never let what you done run, yo life
make something right out the strife
sh-t cause, i done been down yo street
with red eyes, a little bit of homies
with .45’s, a lot of bit of o.e
with dead lies, so them n-ggas never told me
showed me how yo tale is so d-mn different from yo stare
i f-ckin’ peep you weak, i hope my lowly scope will cross ya hairs
dot my i’s and then i hope you f-ckin’ die right in yo chair
be it from spite or from a gunfight, i never f-ckin’ cared
lend me yo ear, or ya starve n-gga, made it f-ckin’ clear
yeah we here, yeah we here
and we ain’t goin’ nowhere, back house n-gga ’til i show fear
oh yeah

[chorus: seno]
back house mob, separate from fraud
don’t be actin’ like a broad unless you ready for them gods, b-tch
mind over matter, disregard the chatter
b-ss gets to kickin’, then them windows start to shatter
hold up

[verse 2: seno]
now i apologize for these rhymes that i spit
no lie, i was drunk and high when i wrote this sh-t
but n-ggas turned heads when a n-gga spoke and sh-t
so i kept goin’, holdin’ sh-t down, then i came up
i was laughin’ when that p-ssy n-gga gave up
cause seno been known for the snappin’, trappin’, cappin’
et cetera, et cetera
i’m that n-gga headed for
everything that y’all boys wished that you had
but never been man enough to reach up and grab
it’s so sad, but never mind that
i’ma still act a -ss when i stunt up in the club
with two bad b-tches that’s draped in gold
seno been young, but that n-gga still old
tell ’em
(i’m on fire mane! they better leave me alone! he on fire!)
(who that is)
what, you deaf n-gga? you ain’t never heard about stef n-gga?
that chico with a few screws loose, a fifth of the goose, and a deuce deuce
got ya b-tch tip toeing through the backhouse, t-ts showing
rollin’ up loud right next to the line of the cocaine
back up, back up, n-gga where the game that you f-ck n-ggas proclaim
never had ties to the hoe, we know mane
f-ck around and take yo hoe, mane
and give that b-tch two flavors, me and my dog gon’ cut that up like a razor
don’t be fooled by the n-gga in a blazer, tool right under his naval
nah, y’all don’t wanna see this anger
nah, y’all don’t wanna see this anger
nah, tell ’em

[chorus]

[verse 3: sl¥te]
never seen a young n-gga do his sh-t?
well now ya do, i’m f-ckin’ throwin’ a fit
b-tch, i’m hungry, and ain’t sh-t in the fridge
get the water out the tap or f-ckin’ swallow ya spit
b-tch, i’m ornery, and you don’t know ’bout me
get the f-ck up out my face or you’ll be callin’ police
i speak the peace like martin luther king, but
to tell the truth, i ain’t have that dream
it was me, and big seno cookin’ heat
and i don’t care what ya heard, it was heat
and yea we know it was free, to tell the truth i ain’t have that cheese
but it was me, every letter down to a “t”
so hear me, but u never could feel me
never wanted u ta fear me, u can hit me like siri
tell me where ya mind at, i can hear ya like simsimi
but i don’t think you ready for the paper, ya sim simma
ya too hot, money come around ya, it burn quicker
and i don’t think i’m ready for that
i had ta learn n-gga
i had ta learn n-ggas
they was too d-mn sl!ck, i had ta perm n-ggas
i was too straight up, i had ta curve n-ggas
yea, just like you, i had ta earn n-gga
turn ya favorite rapper ta ash
i urn n-ggas

(it’s goin’ down. every time we do it, everything
screwed up.)

[chorus]

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