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triggaroon206 - never gave me sh*t lyrics

– trigga roon –
intro
straight fam sh-t
gang n-gga turn up x3
yeah we finna turn up
w-ssup sic?
jodrugz
forever after money b-tch
tuk town

first verse { trigga roon }

where the beef at? i be where the streets at
trigga roon, south seattle where you can’t be at
right now, im posted with a thug, making moves we gon’ bust
im repping south of the way, ain’t n-body hard as us
all them p-ss-es got slumped dumped trunked
blacka blacka ain’t n-body hard us as
real shotta ima go platinum like the carter
switch the chapter, now n-gg- im the author
new booties they be thinking they the factors
life is a movie but they should be the actors
jodrugz, w-ssup brody bring mo’ drugz
finna po up, couple blunts and some soda
coming like jehova but only you the witness
you already know us, posted in the trenches
sick like sic and light my blunt with a bic
y should i care they ain’t never gave me sh-t

2nd verse { y sic }

pistol on my lap, i ain’t trustin’ nothin’
get yo -ss clapped, trana rup up on me
its more then just this rap, why is n-ggas frontin’?
the mission is to stack, so keep getting money
seattle support seattle and we living that
that mozzy music got you n-ggaz turnt, boy we been with that
you f-ck with trigga, then you gon’ get hit
on the six, dont check me n-gga check yo b-tch
r.n.m f.a.m yeah we with the sh-ts
i’ll smack my own n-gga if he snitch
dice games & bright chains from hittin’ licks
breaking hoes my n-ggas is flippin’ bricks
yeah, they hate that we them guys
i throw a opp up in the sk!llet and i leave that n-gga fried
how you n-ggas scream the mob and you ain’t got no ties
i take b-tches for chances, my lil n-ggaz taking lives

3rd verse { jodrugz }

trapping in a cave, in a telly gettin’ blazed
lil bad -ss b-tch, sell her p-ssy to get payed
the way i was raised, i was taught to get it out the mud
i’m either jugging off some dope or knocking off the plug
talking like you tuk, ima knock you with some slugs
dont ever think you hard, just because you got that gun
b-tch i came up from the slums & never rocked with b-ms
this is real n-gga mob boy you know where i’m from
never say a word and all my n-ggas we be turnin’ up
if a murder going down ain’t no telling where it was
mac 11 chopsticks 30 round clips
this lifestyle i live he couldn’t handle all the sh-t
hit her for her cash and her peezy gon’ get mad
he ain’t watch his lil b-tch so i took her for her racks
sleeping in the day time only come out at night
woke them n-gg-s up in the day time with my 9

4th verse { tone locc }

real sh-t, we empty clips full of hollow tips
aiming at the opposites like here n-gga swallow this
n-gga get to talkin’ sh-t until we catch em in the field
where its real, you get k!lled for running off ya lips
i hit the streets and push hard for my mob members
cause it ain’t nothing in the world like the mob n-gga
i’m a mob affiliate i keep the mob with me
and if i make a move the whole mob sliding with me
i represent for my family, these other n-ggas ain’t mobby
i be clutching on my blam while i run through ya pockets
i come from a family of mafia i was raised to throw choppas
make money dodge cop’s them party lights ain’t stopped me
i was still out in traffic all night
riding dirty 4’5 on me when i slide
n-ggas know w-ssup if its on, then its on what side
we dont give a f-ck we go to war with the other side

tone locc outro :

just like that ya feel me
south of the way
rnm
shout out to my n-gga lil trigga roon
aye ya know what
shout out to my n-gga sic , jo drugz bring mo drugz
ya feel me, we need all the sh-t

trigga roon : south of the way b-tch

tone locc : cmon

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