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lirik lagu dj chop up - 2pac, outlawz, young buck - hennessey keep calling me

[intro: e.d.i. mean, young noble]
real nigga outlaw shit
whatever you smoke with
put some of that k!ll in it (dj chop up exclusive)
and ride to this shit, this is some real shit
makaveli lives on
let’s get to some of this bullshit
outlawz
dj chop up exclusive
outlawz for life

[hook: dj chop up as 2pac]
got the windows up
p-ss the blunt, see me blaze it up
shoot me down? i’ll be right back up
i’m running around this b-tch like “what!”
can’t stop, it’s like i got no brakes
still strapped like i got no case
so fast like i got no trace (okayy!)
dj, drop the b-ss
chop up, fuck this place
so drunk can’t feel my face
hennessy keep calling me
hennessy keep calling me
hennessy keep calling me

[verse 1: young buck]
i’m bout to ride out on these trap-houses
still posted up n’ sold minds out
took the time out just to find out;
would it really break it down and bring 9 out?
i got a bank roll i’m like “i’m out”
from the bottom of the barrel i climb out
you know what i’m ’bout, i don’t iron out
no beef with a nigga i grind out
don’t sleep on a nigga but i still will 6 feet deep me a nigga
beat me a nigga with the back of the barrel of the ar
leave him in the street me a nigga “roll up one”
got my mind on money, it’s just me n’ mary i don’t fuck with no one
wrap all of my problems up in that swisher sweet, and tell niggas to blow one!
come on, hit that shit, don’t run
got ya coughin’ in the coupe like you got no lungs
i’m cookin’ o’s and looking for them hoes
’cause one b-tch is just ain’t no fun
my bills late, and my rents due
but i’m a still find a way that i’m a get through
‘ey twista let’s go and twist one up — see what this shit do

[verse 2: e.d.i mean]
leaving loud
so high, just seen the cloud
feel a nigga, let it simmer with all my gs around
we all about getting gs, clown
you little niggas better hurry up and get your weight up
new strap, who ‘dat, outlawz, but
get security on the niggas at the door’s nuts
plenty money, you ain’t gettin’ any from me
got plenty niggas wanna see me gone
but i’m still here, to the long
ready for me on my stay, ready for it, blazed out
shedding tattooed tears
yeah, don’t even ask why
why i get high
novokain for the pain, nigga let’s fly
taking off, breaking off the pound
don’t know when i’m coming down, half night
been at it for three days, getting it right
what you’re talking about ho i’m livin’ the life
what you’re talking about nigga, this is all for ammo
get the cash, real niggas will be givin’ them hell
put niggas in they place when they a nigga pull up
i ain’t drunk, still throw it up
ridin’ around with my middle finger up, high as fuck with my drank in cup
life is short, we gonna live shit up, gon’ live shit up, live shit up! (yeah!)

[verse 3: hussein fatal]
gotta get that strap to the max
looking for enemies, hide to the back
john f. kennedy racks on racks
still got ten of these, clack on clack
you niggas all trapped in the trap
with the strap to your hat
or the strap on your lap
talking about this, talking about that
we trying to get a check, but he talking about rats
i don’t know, but what i do know is everywhere i do go
my shit off safety
i don’t know about you, though
pissed off lately, i’mma probably have to it all
shit all crazy like my homeboy funeral
talking dirty, but they ain’t got no white
talking jersey but they ain’t got no fight
all this darkness, i don’t need no light
the angel’s ridin’ round with me tonight

[verse 4: young noble]
my kush strong, but ain’t no base
my red bone, she ain’t got no waist
this k blow, you ain’t got no face
no witnesses, you ain’t got no case
i don’t fuck with you, you ain’t ’bout no cake
you drug dealin’, but ain’t got no weight
small time, nickel or dime
young nigga wanna eat, but ain’t got no plate!
young nigga wanna ride like he got that heart
young nigga die young, but his life just start
got me walking through the dark trying to find that spark
all my dogs bite, we don’t got no bark
cashville, we getting to it
that g-code, we’re sticking to it
this real shit, more than music, we outlawz, come join the movement!

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