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Come in the backroom Backing up like I don't give a fuck Gotta move the bricks Bands so I could get the truck What up with it, buddy? Side Dirty Money, I'ma make you look dirty Poke it out Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah) Heard them pigs in the New York don't fuck with me Sheeple Keep it transparent Y'all see through Help me out Momma used to bump Luther no Beatles Mcnabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles Karma In the L-A with the blicky playing Contra Nasty You can cut fist like Arthur Love screwing with the cops I'm Lana Two cigs SongtexteBig Pun and Fat Joe they twins Pull it out get them mumbling like Sims And I don't need twenty niggas to defense Dirt! Get low! Huh, get low Uh, uh Fuck Better have ten, nah, nah, nigga, we- Dog, look at these niggas Round my tea pot They spit so much filler Wannabes used to wanna be with us Same wannabes wanna be killers Weak ass rhymes, weak ass lines Same old synths, them weak ass slides Fresh carpool this lane all mine Already lapped can't get nobody by Who you gon' call when the trends all die? Niggas follow I been walking my path the whole time Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind Out on bail like Pac in the prime Styles so slutty, even you gotta try it (What up?) My shit jam big drum on the 9 (What up?) When you spit subs, give me your own time You can't get it back, niggas know I ain't lying Huh Huh Aus Songtexte Mania