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young nudy – ain’t nothin phony* lyrics

[intro]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
yeah, i’ma k!ll that muhf+cka [?], y’all know what i’m sayin’? for real
y’all need some motivators (sh+t, sh+t), get some muhf+ckin’ paper
sh+t, sh+t (f+ck ’em), for real
sh+t, sh+t, yeah

[chorus]
how many times we gotta come do it? how many come bust they wig? (how many?)
how many of them live? how many of ’em made it home? back to they kids (not plenty)
this sh+t’ll get real, this sh+t is for real (uh+huh), you n+ggas don’t play in the field (don’t do it)
you play with the fire, you better use it (use it), don’t pump+fake, and don’t you abuse it (nah)
play with my brother, you know i get slime, i pull up and shoot ’em, i make sure they dyin’
they know that i’m ridin’ (yeah), they know i’m 4l, i’m slime for mine (4l)
n+gga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (you dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that sh+t like committing a crime (yeah), yeah
you got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh+huh)
k!llin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (nah)
[verse]
we get money ’round here, p+ssy n+gga, [?], sh+t confused
n+gga be thinkin’ we don’t play with them tools, [?] playin’ ’round with these blues
n+gga be steppin’ on sh+t in the loubs (steppers, rich shooter)
tell 12 to get off my d+ck, hate when these f+ck n+ggas be watchin’
call these n+ggas 12, they like detectives, n+gga be plottin’ and watchin’, it’s extra
n+gga be switchin’ and b+tchin’, it’s pressure, n+gga ain’t shootin’, ain’t applyin’ no pressure (b+tch)
f+ck wrong with ’em? they cannot stop me, they know i’m too extra (nah)
why you too broke and you talkin’ ’bout pressure? (you broke) got a new shooter i’m ready to test you (i got ’em)
for real, i got so many, they do what i say so (got so many they do what i say so)
for real, i know a shooter, i got him in clayco (i know a shooter, i got him in, huh?), yeah
i got some n+ggas on the west (yeah), i got some shooters on the east, who the f+ck? slime ain’t runnin’ these streets

[open verse]
[chorus]
how many times we gotta come do it? how many come bust they wig? (how many?)
how many of them live? how many of ’em made it home? back to they kids (not plenty)
this sh+t’ll get real, this sh+t is for real (uh+huh), you n+ggas don’t play in the field (don’t do it)
you play with the fire, you better use it (use it), don’t pump+fake, and don’t you abuse it (nah)
play with my brother, you know i get slime, i pull up and shoot ’em, i make sure they dyin’
they know that i’m ridin’ (yeah), they know i’m 4l, i’m slime for mine (4l)
n+gga, you tryin’, you dyin’ (you dyin’), disrespectin’ the gang, you got to know, that sh+t like committing a crime (yeah), yeah
you got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh+huh)
k!llin’ whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain’t nothin’ phony (nah)

- young nudy lyrics

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