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(feat. DJ Quik) [Mausberg] Y'all niggas 'bout to get it Yeah, boy this only one of them tracks you can come up with Quik? This shit bangin' These niggas out here hatin' on us, homie Why, when we doin' shit like this? It's a cold thing homie, but you know that realism homie I'm known for speakin' on that You know, you done did your part You done blessed me with some shit This some of that get-back-at-me shit, but they can't This your chronic? Sheppard Lane Gangsters, and we the realest You niggas stepped into a war that you ain't prepared for A veteran ain't shit but a punk with heart before I crumble niggas with my first mil I bring beef to the streets nigga, fuck switchin' hills I'm a certified real nigga, cock me back Rap cats be gettin' slapped runnin' they traps We the reason you niggas makin' floor patter tonight Niggas wit' good attitudes and disposition tryin' to take flight You niggas funny style, rich but a bitch I'm a gangster and ain't about to take none of your bullshit SongtexteI'm from the hard knock block of the killas God brought me the rap game, and I'll be damned if I ain't the realest You better take care of your kids and quit playin' wit' a grown man Before you be in dead man land And it's a lot of bitch niggas on my target Quik, they talk loud but can't finish what they started [Chorus: DJ Quik] Y'all be talkin shit (yup) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (Sure do) So you really need to button your lips (Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yes) Y'all be talkin' shit (uh huh) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (You sure do) So you really need to button your lips (Because the truth is...) I hate you too [DJ Quik] Now slow your roll punk for the nigga DJ Q-U-I-K I break the beat down and make the motherfucker do what I say Because it's my way or the highway, the super fly way Regardless of what you fucken haters say Now I done shared all my shit nigga, all my life And I'm so fly nigga, I done even shared my -- So fuck a bitch and fuck you too, I ain't got no passes I'm all out and I'm nuttin' up and it's time to whoop y'all asses With a game that's see-through like cellophane and Scotch tape And fuckin' with me nigga, is like being on a hot date wit' a hoe with AIDS I'm the virus and you kissed her, clown I get up in you, set up, then I break your system down So shut up, quit dissecting our name Test pressin' our game, puttin' y'all name on it But your and ours ain't the same I take your bitch with a song and make her blow me So fuck all my foes and (beep), you owe me [Chorus] [Mausberg] I run through the biggest packs of niggas wit' my fist balled up Ready for war now, unleashin' with dogs up Rough, rugged and raw, puttin' hands on cowards The one and only Mausberg with heart to devour On some other shit, cripple a nigga wit' southpaw Size sixteens in his ass, bloodclots in his jaw Until I see my homie Jake again, fuck the whole world God bless the little boys and girls And I betcha I never turn my back on the streets I studied the big book, so my past I never repeat Real G's do real things, you ain't gotta bang And ya album ain't the name of ya gang This is real life, I only speak what I know Flamed up on the daily, not because of a show And Quik is my big homie, so you better step back And recognize beef is more than bustin' a rap Now take that [DJ Quik] Y'all be talkin' shit (yup) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (You sure do) So you really need to button your lips (Because the truth is...) I hate you too (Yup) Y'all be talkin' shit (uh huh) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (what's up?) So you really need to button your lips (Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yeah) Y'all talk a gang of shit (you sure do) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (you ain't true) So you really need to button your lips (Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yup) Y'all be talkin' shit (yeah) But you won't be down when it's time to trip (uh huh) So you really need to button your lips (The fucken truth is...) I hate you too Aus Songtexte Mania