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tha god fahim - tec 9 or the uzi lyrics

[hook: tha god fahim]
uh, i leave the crib with the tec 9 like it came with the outfit (uh, uh)
and if a n-gga play with mine, he can get his whole house lit
remember days transportin’ ounces
the money stacked under the couches
can’t trust too many, that’s the the way the ball bounces
can’t change the game, you can only change the players
my style is ill enough to k!ll so n-gga, say ya prayers

[verse 1: smoke]
don’t step in the battlefield unless you ready to k!ll
my weapon conceiled
he ran when the wesson revealed
let the 9 smoke ya brain like my favorite weed strain
rob you for your chain and leave the body in the rain
for the financial gain, got me willing to lose it
40 under my bed, i pray that i never use it
9,50 an hour stupid, we can’t live off that
your bezel like fifty g’s, we can live of that
so give it up like a sl-tty b-tch
before they find your body in a muddy ditch
i face the spliff, i’m higher than the mothership
roll another spliff until we smoke the whole zip
smoke the whole zip down to a roach tip
b-tch i got the sauce like some red tips
b-tch you ’bout as soft as some big lips
run up on me wrong and get your wig split

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
say ya prayers and get slain by the saber
i’m not from oakland but i always been a raider slash dragon slayer
pistol holding tony almeida
clutchin’ 24 hours short, you lose all data
a couple moves i had to drop on you fast
big gun, blow you back ten years in the past
give me the same respect as your mom and your dad
i don’t wanna hear these rappers cause these n-ggas is trash
i’m the type, write a hundred rhymes a hundred nights
you the type to get bullied and lose a [?]
on some real sh-t, i probably ripped about a hundred mics
got it on my own, i ain’t have to use your dumb advice

- tha god fahim lyrics

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