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timbaland - lil' apartment lyrics

let’s go.

we hustle in a lil old apartment, with all the windows blacked out
i’d put it on the ‘hood if you cost me
i’m a have to pull the straps out
you don’t know nothin about me
you just been running your mouth
instead of telling hoes when you see me, you gonna take me out
i’m a real n-gg-, come and give me hope
i’m a real n-gg-, come and give me hope
i’m a real n-gg-, come and give me hope
i’m a real n-gg-, come and give me hope

hey, you old p-ssy–ssed frontin’ and snitchin’–ssed n-gg-
ran up on you ‘bercrome and put a barrett on your temple
got a sawed up and opened fire with me n-gg-
ready to get a crack and come and ride with me n-gg-
i’ll put some change on your head
get it n-gg- they kill you while you layin’ in the bed
hey we can bring this on the floor
get you sleepin’ then do the same thing to your wh-r-
got a chip on my shoulder, it’s getting heavy as h-ll
all the n-gg- had to do was pay for my meal
we used to be down as h-ll
snitchin’–ss n-gg- sent me to the county jail
you shouldna lied to me dog, i would rather kill and go down and die for my dog
and i’m a right for my n-gg-s
they ‘duce an att-tude and pay atten

hey scary–ss, fake–ss, sucker–ss, sh-thole
i got plans, you wonder, find your -ss in the river
bobba you’re going fat in the middle
especially when your -ss’s being hunted by a killer
yeh homie you know what they say, i’m gonna catch your mo’fo’s -ss one of these days
i’m gonna let loose with one of these k’s
your momma or your bigger momma’s momma ain’t safe
i did some shoppin around about a couple of days
now i’m lookin for yo regular -ss, esplanade
i wish i coulda do it back in the days, but you was a b-tch–ss n-gg- the whole–ss ways

you shouldna hated on me dog
if i call it talkin, you should be sayin it to me dog
i keep in so much debt, you look up on me on the hill is where you find me yet

p-ssy–ssed sucker–ssed broad–ssed n-gg-
runnin’ your mouth cos you’re a broad–ssed n-gg-
i look in your face and see hokay
n-gg-s it’s hard to shake, they stay in your wake
but i move with smooth pace
give a ruck about a case, put a black in your face
until my mission complete i don’t cease
how the f-ck you gonna sh-t on my name in these streets,
supplied the hustle, i’ll put the muscle
got n-gg-s on standby and they ready to touch
they ain’t f-ckin with you, b-tch, straight to the face
no sh-t’s left on the scene, just no body to trace
after you checkin in, they given the win
how long you got left, it really depends
you don’t know which way to go, and you’re struck outta breath
that’s what motherf-cker’s get for not checking their sh-t

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