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lirik lagu t-rock – dis ain’t what you want

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[verse 1]
where can i begin this story of a n-gg- tryin’ to make a million ‘fo he turn 28
a lot of hatas wanna k!ll him but the whole world feel him and they know he keep a lot of cake
he reside in the a still ride with the k on the side with the yay and the dro sacks
in the telly full of hoes gettin’ blowed, he the n-gg- with the o’s and the a-town throwback
he been in the rap game since 16 tryin’ to get green, you could see him on the big screen
he was so close but his own kinfolk got him f-cked off in the cross tryin’ to get seen
made a lot of n-gg-s rich off rap but he didn’t get sh-t so he had to hit the block get rich off trap
tryin’ to move packs of that raw crack ’til he put his click on the map with a 6 figure track
clickin like a mad man, n-gg- put the cash in my hand i’ma live my life
shine my ice, hit a n-gg- point blank range when i aim then bomb on sight
who gone fight, f-ckin with a n-gg- so deranged in the brain i’ma take yo stripes
break yo wife, if a n-gg- really wanna bang with the thang, erase yo life
pay yo price, never been a lame on a level with the game, n-gg-s know my type
before i bite the bullet i’ma rep it to the fullest to the end when i roll my dice
puff my pipe, fill it full of green when i hit it i’ma lean then float like kites
smoke all night, hit a b-tch n-gg- with a bottle for trying to blow my high with a fight
n-gg-

[chorus]
jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you boys want
jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you hoes want
jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you hatas want
jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you n-gg-s want
this ain’t what you boys want
this ain’t what you hoes want
this ain’t what you hatas want
this ain’t what you n-gg-s want
this ain’t what you boys want
this ain’t what you hoes want
this ain’t what you hatas want
this ain’t what you n-gg-s want

[verse 2]
fightin’ in a world full of giants and i’m all on my own and i don’t know why
n-gg-s wanna try to take mine so i take their’s first, on the battleground k!ll or die
steel on side, still i’m high cause a n-gg- stressed out from the pain inside
brain on fry, i done did things that’ll make a man wanna die tryin’ to get by
when i take aim, run a man over like a freight train, set a n-gg-‘s soul on fire
make a m-th-f-cker face pain if he don’t state claim when a n-gg- step on yo side
who gone ride, who gone fold like a hoe when the k!llas in the floor collide
too much pride, i’ll leave a n-gg- head on the curb when the hot ones fly i despise
those who portray to be the king on the scene and can’t survive
ain’t no love, i’ll have a n-gg- spittin’ up blood like a demon getting exorcised
tips gone fly, break a backbone with the bat chrome, chop a n-gg- down to size
i’m too wise, gotta stay focused, i’m sharp to the finish on point like knives
i ain’t never scared, motivated by adrenaline flow inside, n-gg- throw yo side
a road full of rain and a soul full of pain and a whole lot of game all coincide
i’ma run the whole rap game with a strong arm, first things first i’m a sew my side
strike pure fear in the heart of my foes, y’all n-gg-s ain’t bold don’t come outside
n-gg-

[chorus]

[verse 3]
you don’t want nan day we bust on hoes with no delay
f-ck what you hoes say, i’ll murk you chumps in pistol play
strike me, i strike back like venom from a serpent’s mouth
bravehearts meet graveyards cause they don’t wanna see the south
i don’t play no games, i’m true to what i be about
knock out you hoe lames who test my click who seekin’ doubt
treat chumps like good jane and smoke ’em ’til the sweet blow out
pay back and spray that yo people when we in yo house
when i jump out with the pump out i’m a lay hands to anoint yo clan
k!ll yo man, murk yo b-tch, leave her dead in a ditch in a 3 point stance
gun in hand, i ain’t never missed when i spray this sh-t n-gg- too advanced
peep my plan ,n-gg- c-ck that sh-t and pop back, make a n-gg- do the murder man dance
and kick the can, don’t n-body really give a d-mn when it hit the fan
i’ll have a n-gg- head blown clean off by a n-gg- named boss for about 2 grand
flee the land, bread on swole and the feds don’t know the scheme i ran
n-gg-s wanna know why i stay low key like the mob it’s a job and i know i can
n-gg-

[chorus]


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