Nigga, be the shit like manure No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya! Slugs go through ya', give a fuck who ya' claim to be None of y'all niggas can't hang with me Gimme some room, let me slang these bow's Flaw ass niggas, trick ass hoes Pull a blade game, finna get you killed Fuck with mine, I'll split your wig Take no shorts, play no games Put it on your ass boy, it ain't no thang Chickens say J, let em stray Death to them niggas that playa hate Can't apologize nigga, its too late Whatcha want boy, come meet your fate Know when you take, your ass gonna die I'm the last nigga you wanna try
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Whatcha want boy, nigga what you want huh? (x8)
I keep my business on the low-down Cause the motherfuckers act like they so down Wait up hoe, sit your ass better slow down Cause I got enough bucks for us to go round' I'm the type of nigga to get in your town Find out where you live, kick your door down Run up in it, lay you and your hoe down Introduce both of y'all to the floor pal Better know pal, J don't play shit Real nigga from the M-I-A bitch Flawed niggas in the game on their last leg ???? Better move that shit, before I come through Cause I'm a hit you with more than the 1-2 I'm who, dat nigga you don't wanna fuck wit' Hit your white ass open like a dove shit Better bust bitch
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It's a dirty game, niggas off the chain Better keep a thang, better bang-bang Gotta lay my hang up in this bitch Flaw ass niggas, I'm a bust your shit Money man comin', better start runnin' Nigga when I'm coming, believe I'm gunnin' Step to plate, I'ma shut you down Got them choppers to cut you down Wassup now, nigga still wanna play Fuck with J, be D.O.A Ain't no game, boy I said that before Put a nigga ass six feet below Nigga whatcha want, nigga whatcha need Don't wanna die, then you better take heed Rotten niggas gettin' beside theyself Nigga like me, get bad for your health boy
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Compositores: Jeffrey Jermaine Thompkins (Jt Money), Christopher Stewart ECAD: Obra #39146634