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[Chorus:] Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us [Verse 1:] Project Pat, from the street nigga, I'm bringin' this heat nigga Never do I back down, don't acept defeat nigga Calico's, bulletholes, gun shells left on site Niggaz killed over hoes or, over left and right Hats cocked, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit On a punk trick, knowin' good and well he counterfeit All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do Nothin' that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true Bury you, quicker than a nigga that done told somethin' Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe somethin' Know, somethin' wrong pistol playa, call you gun show Real niggaz mayne, never speak what we don't know [Chorus] Songtexte[Verse 2:] (Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothin' (Mercedes I push push) Mayne quit'cha frontin' (Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) Nigga you's a liar (Fool I'm out here sellin' ki's) You needs to retire You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' dranker I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sanker Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha 2 dollar niggaz claim they chargin' and playin' whores But they is out here flaugin' and payin' whores Nigga you trippin', datin', and meetin' whores? Claimin' you pimpin', savin' and eatin' whores? [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One day you wearin' red, and then it's blue the next 2 dollar niggaz be the main ones flippin' sets You say you grippin' techs, regulatin' wit' the torch Was 25 and you decided, to jump off the porch? If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators You treat the cops, like ya pops, 'cause ya runnin' to 'em I'm non-stop, wit' that glock, put that gun into him These older niggaz put these youngsters on a bloody stage That's why these young niggaz get killed, at an early age Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage 2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave [Chorus] (Merci à bea pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania