lirik lagu ar-ab - get back
[ar-ab]
ounce of dog food in the blender
made a hundred grand in december
i put a stash box in the sprinter
shoot his block up ’till he surrender
i just popped a perc and a molly
i just took some work on a robbery
used the hand to hand in the ally
cousin rell got booked for a body
my moms used to work a double shift
i was cooking work tryna double it
gave nene a sample she was loving it
i slept with a mac i was hugging it
used to sell nicks of the arizona
that was when vern used to had a corner
my young boul kick your door like you had a warrant
my n-gg- black got k!lled cuz he ain’t have it on him
nah nah my n-gg- ken had the lexus, used to keep the mac-10 on the dresser
everybody telling me that i’m next up
but i’m still at the pot getting extra
fell in love with a hoe i’ll admit it
i pull a jail out the bowl then i hit it
if i call relly on, you know he with it
why you tell for a year off your sentence?
ya’ll blocks empty when i ride through ’em
if you love ’em that much, n-gg- die for ’em
might let mula or na do ’em
grip that oo-ah, say bye to ’em
same n-gg-s on the streets banging
go to jail then they turn to [?] franklin
my cousin k always on angles
.44 desert bird with the triangle
[lik moss]
last man standing when the smoke clear
we let ya’ll -ssume, n-body broke here
we all did years, n-body broke here
wipe that smirk off ya face n-body joke here
my heart worried my mom so did my sense of humor
they said a moss a cool dude and that’s just a rumor
i just keep the flame down ’cause i’m getting mula
but i’ll flip a n-gg- wheel like a pick maneuver
no pick smalls, n-gg- i’ll hit the shooter
ain’t got caught for his body, i guess i’m smoother
pocket full of money that ain’t nothing to me
’cause whoever got the ball gotta punt it to me
tell them n-gg-s go get it then they run it to me
well you better have a gun when you run into me
real rap, i’m the man on the strip
so i don’t really spit, i’m just playing with this sh-t
if you plan on robbing me you’re playing with the sh-ts
skating on thin ice i’m playing with the stick
but this ain’t hockey dog, i turn into hockey raw
i put on my hockey mask, c-ck and blast knock ’em off
don’t even try to dance, this one don’t run out of gas
this one got one hundred shots, n-gg- this about your -ss
i ain’t about the beef listen i’m about the cash
that mean i ain’t coming out unless it’s by the bag
i’ma get you first, you ain’t got a shot with ab
n-gg-s gotta see me anything about the ave
never hold back i say what i really mean
i ain’t warring with no n-gg-s in they skinny jeans
i just sent nas through man he really scheme
the outcome is malcom by any means
i don’t care how you get it man just get it clean
we the ’96 bulls we ain’t any team
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