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street military - don't fuck over me lyrics

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[verse 1: pharoah]
street military coming back-to-back with them underground–ss hits
better watch ya gal ’cause we know [?] b-tch
we’ll break in your f-cking house and we’ll bust your -ss for your dope
f-ck us on our money and we’ll slice your godd-mn throat
i don’t like no n-gga f-cking with mine
but if he do i guess i’ll kiss my freedom goodbye and do my time
’cause i ain’t no f-cking punk i’ma cold make n-ggers into hoes
after i get through with ’em they’ll wear high heels and tight–ss clothes
d-mn skippy, i’m a young n-gga
but we can still catch a square, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your biz, n-gga
i rides n0body’s d-ck, b-tch you must be crazy
i’m makin’ it alone, running [?], baby
came into this world broke, but i’ll leave it [?]
[?] my -ss in the ground
see i ain’t nothing but 18, so i’m still wild
i’ll do something that’ll hurt you, like [?] child
(the kidnapper) k.b. will scream at you later
but see these, b-tch, right now pharoah’s still fading ya
and my mind’s dope for ’92
you can think about doing it, but you’ll be dead if you do

[verse 2: k.b.]
i’m not to be trusted, i’m mentally confused
i’ve been running for days, to get paid for what i made because i can’t be used
n-ggers don’t understand what i done been through
k.b. kidnapper went broke in ’92
n-ggers got me p-ssed
i ain’t your boy, n-gga you can go on home with that hoe sh-t
don’t ever think that i will sell out like a hoe, g
i’m only 17, [?] n-gga own me
i’m one motherf-cker that they can’t take
can’t understand every move that i make, so they hesitate
yeah, you motherf-ckers thought i was comin’
kidnapper don’t bluff he watch you hoes get strongarmed
i been sworn, you can’t react, no turning back
from payback you collapse with heart attacks
i get p-ssed when a n-gga try to diss
i hope they miss but quit from lunatic madness
sadness ’cause you can’t touch this figure
sooner or later you gonna respect me, n-gga
you hoes can talk that sh-t, you better know, g
don’t you hoes f-ck over me

[verse 3: lil’ flea]
young n-gga lil’ flea, brand new, ’92, and it’s true
street military is leaving motherf-ckers in bayous
break a n-gga, take a n-gga’ nuts quick
do you want another hit, might as well so lil’ flea can pay the rent
i k!ll a n-gga for real while you’re fronting, b-tch
i’m sick, i ain’t got no sense, you think i’m just saying this?
b-tch, get a grip on your gal, on the cool
n-gga, ’cause she be l1cking flea up and dont like a popsicle
i ain’t born a b-tch, one day they all be sick
all on a n-gga’s d-ck, sucking my b-lls and sh-t
any n-gga can come with it
i sn-tched a bone out your motherf-cking back and beat your -ss with it
i’m a crook, pharoah’s a thug, k.b.’s a threat
[?] and icy hott fell in love with your dining room set
and you know we ain’t down for the kick-do’
the next time you see me i’ll be loading down in a six-fo’
with my gat, my oiler hat, and my vest and [?]
standing up in the six-four with the roof back
n-ggers’ll rip, kids’ll clip, better not fall or trip
’cause ain’t nothing changed but clips
and that’s all they see before they die, g
if they try to f-ck over me and the military

[verse 4: ?]
the gangster b-tches don’t take no bull
straight checking you n-ggers when yo’ -ss wanna trip
’cause you making the grip, you wanna give us lip
that’s money shanking yo -ss, every chance she gets
you think you’re hard as h-ll, but hoe your game ain’t tight
i let my n-gga push your [?] through the club last night
i’m pulling nothing but jacks on simple marks like you
[taking your money under your cars from those straight gang moves?]
all of a sudden you’re going to jail and now [you love me so much?]
just leave your money, don’t make calls, ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
and if you try to f-ck with me yo -ss’ll leave in st-tches
your mama should’ve taught ya ’bout us gangster b-tches

[verse 5: icey hott]
b-tch you’re lucky if a n-gga don’t see ya
i just might k!ll ya, [?]
shouldn’t f-ck with icey hott the aggravated mobster
pulled off [?] so you won’t call the laws or doctor
turn the radio up load so i won’t hear this p-ssy beg
shoot him in the face with a 9 until the sh-t turn mushy red
i see your body shake as it bled
here comes [?] with a spray for your head
[?] so no one will hear us
bury your body in a field by a farm so he’s not near us
keep your pistol c-cked for the [?] that try to k!ll us
even though his motherf-cking backing n-ggers fear us
i got the heat from my gun, will blow a hole in your chest
my hollow points exploded and got real swole in your neck
that’s what you get from street military
that teaches you not to f-ck over me
that’s what you get from street military
that teaches you not to f-ck over me

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