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the wreckshop family - all up in my space lyrics

[d-gotti]
i ain’t doing it, for no bullsh-t
but i’m in this b-tch strapped if you gon die, you know i’ma pull quick
could hit a innocent bystander, but naw
i’m pointing at the motherf-cker, with the foul mouth
and y’all, n-ggas ain’t nothing but hoes
now just take it like a man, or get chased out the do’
hit you everywhere but under your toes, under your clothes
bleeding like a broad, on her cy-cycle
beefing with a phsyco, about a soft blood
outline in chalk, is the only outcome
how come you think, that y’all run sales
couldn’t get them n-ggas heaven, so i brought some h-ll
oh well, shouldn’t of been up in my sp-ce
wasn’t my fault he wasn’t ducking, shouldn’t up been up in my face
misplaced slugs, all up in a playa body
was like the roof on fire, flames slugs from the shotty
and uh d-gotti, not the one for those games
but if you wanna make the news, you won’t play see i’m saying n-gga

[hook – 2x]
get on, ‘fore you get sh-tted on
stay up in your place, if you wanna live long
why you all up in my sp-ce, why you all up in my sp-ce
n-gga better back-back, ‘fore i catch another case

[d-reck]
thoed in the game, like a p-ss from vick
hustling hard for the cash, got the grip with car tricks
the name d-reck, but they call me johnny street
so in the gutter shuffling b-tter, is where you find me
at it 2-4-7, for that payday baby
n-ggas think i fell off, cause they ain’t seen me lately
b-tch n-ggas talk down, then see me forget they hate me
the glock work daily first, then come congratulate me
sticks and stones, might break my bones
b-tch lip got zipped, won’t hurt me
cause if your name ain’t in they mouth, then you ain’t getting paid
and that’s the only type of sh-t, that gets me worried
but my personal sp-ce mayn, belongs to me
and if you don’t know my real name, i need three feet
and even if you do, and you ain’t my boo
man to man conversations, i still gotta get too
invading a n-gga sp-ce, get your -ss erased
i protect my perimeter, with this heat around my waist

[a3]
don’t try to play me for weak, cause homie ain’t no mercy for strangers
find a clip in your chest, and your best friend strangled
i’m a dead end g, keep it i-n-c
and what i don’t see, is you trying me
everytime a n-gga stomp, i crack the concrete
n-ggas getting mad, cause i jump in the front seat
look don’t mess with me, i ain’t scared to show ya
get leaned on hard, by a n-gga that’s sober
hey, you in my sp-ce violation from the jump
you a match lit, n-gga i’m a loaded fuel pump
so don’t get close, i got soldiers at they post
that’ll twist you over fire, like a pig getting roast
we warn n-ggas fairly, that shots reloaded
blitz hard on the one, got the ball and sewed it
you had a good chance, but it’s clear you blowed it
so that cash that you past n-gga, watch me fold it

[dirty $]
man you only as smart, as your last dumb move
you think of f-cking with me, could get your body numb dude
not too smart, see i’ll make you heart
do the opposite of start, test that s on your chest
c-ck back, and make a mess of your flesh yes
original d-ckie boy, we the best of the best
so if you suckers hold plex, and you eager to express it
bring it on get sh-tted on, we well protected
dollar well connected, plugged in to these streets
better get up out my face, or catch a slug from the heat
ain’t nothing sweet, bout how i hold my gun
wig splitter my n-gga, i squeeze triggas for fun
mr. dirty $, still pop the collar
making hoe -ss n-ggas holla, breaking em off some’ing proper
shots and shots, please spread the news
got these fools so patient, working with a very short fuse
brother excuse me, naw get out the way
i’m a grown -ss man, fam scram go play yeah

[hook – 2x]

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