Straight from the 2-2-9
Yeap!
We out the chain!
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
30 shots, I break her off, I hit her from the back
I don't know if what's between her legs is made up with some cracks
Scratch that rewind it bac, I rocked a trukfit hat
Ran the whole notfited, studio sessions back-to-back
Who the f*ck told that boy, boy, your rhymes ain't hit on jack
And the homie that you hit that lick on, comin' to get his shit back
The socks I rock, it's mismatched, I was down, I had to snap back
Young Smiley is the best, f*ck the rest and I can stamp that
And really I can vouch that, stop playin' with my boy
Get the work, don't wanna pay, damn, I knew y'all was poor
We did it all on our own, I swear we had no support
But the gang, Hoe Gang, Suminati, of course
We superstars on the court, we plead the fifth in the court
But you wouldn't know nothin' bout that, you a snake, you a used rag
Can I say the F-word, he had a Glock in his bag
Sometimes I let my nuts hang, sometimes I let my nuts sag
30 shots off a hip, buddy went out sad
Shouldn't have played with my feelings, bitch
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
Big Medusa - 36 Emotions Lyrics
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Straight from the 2-2-9
Yeap!
We out the chain!
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
30 shots, I break her off, I hit her from the back
I don't know if what's between her legs is made up with some cracks
Scratch that rewind it bac, I rocked a trukfit hat
Ran the whole notfited, studio sessions back-to-back
Who the f*ck told that boy, boy, your rhymes ain't hit on jack
And the homie that you hit that lick on, comin' to get his shit back
The socks I rock, it's mismatched, I was down, I had to snap back
Young Smiley is the best, f*ck the rest and I can stamp that
And really I can vouch that, stop playin' with my boy
Get the work, don't wanna pay, damn, I knew y'all was poor
We did it all on our own, I swear we had no support
But the gang, Hoe Gang, Suminati, of course
We superstars on the court, we plead the fifth in the court
But you wouldn't know nothin' bout that, you a snake, you a used rag
Can I say the F-word, he had a Glock in his bag
Sometimes I let my nuts hang, sometimes I let my nuts sag
30 shots off a hip, buddy went out sad
Shouldn't have played with my feelings, bitch
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
Yeap!
We out the chain!
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
30 shots, I break her off, I hit her from the back
I don't know if what's between her legs is made up with some cracks
Scratch that rewind it bac, I rocked a trukfit hat
Ran the whole notfited, studio sessions back-to-back
Who the f*ck told that boy, boy, your rhymes ain't hit on jack
And the homie that you hit that lick on, comin' to get his shit back
The socks I rock, it's mismatched, I was down, I had to snap back
Young Smiley is the best, f*ck the rest and I can stamp that
And really I can vouch that, stop playin' with my boy
Get the work, don't wanna pay, damn, I knew y'all was poor
We did it all on our own, I swear we had no support
But the gang, Hoe Gang, Suminati, of course
We superstars on the court, we plead the fifth in the court
But you wouldn't know nothin' bout that, you a snake, you a used rag
Can I say the F-word, he had a Glock in his bag
Sometimes I let my nuts hang, sometimes I let my nuts sag
30 shots off a hip, buddy went out sad
Shouldn't have played with my feelings, bitch
Ain't nobody playin', you got a problem, then come solve it, n***a
Wonder why she want the whole gang, cause she toxic n***a
You n****s ain't really standin' on no business, need to stop it n***a
Get hit up with this 30, don't you owe me with my profit n***a
Pussies comin' out the closet n****s, n****s don't know our father n****s
Built this music from the ground up, I should have went to Harvard n***a
In middle schood I was the smartest skipper, at 16 I was a father figure
Stole my baby mama's pistol, I swear one time, I tried to kill her
Writer: Devontay Richardson
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