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**** what you, who gives a **** what you bitches say[Lil' Wyte] |
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I'm putting this one down for tha |
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Bay you can bet bitch |
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Commin to tha |
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Bay, round my way |
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I'm a vet bitch |
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Launchin lightning by tha pound |
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Call me mister coke and crown |
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In the town |
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I'm found we got tha sound to make them haters frown |
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Break it down |
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Now B is beating niggas about |
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Y is yours now figga it out |
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Constantly questioning all tha bickerin ghetto fab is what |
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I'm boutGot me commin up on hustling |
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Pen pad I have to preach |
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**** what you say if you disagree me run in tha streets |
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I'm always commin wit sum mo' |
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Probly ****in on yo hoe |
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If you car got took |
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I'm tha one who threw tha brick through tha window |
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Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets busted for practically nuttin |
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Consequences they fold up, its splatter close will be discussed |
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And Frayser's where my roots were sold and so that's where |
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I call my home |
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If it wasn't for tha |
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Bay, tha rap game |
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I would not belong |
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Hear this song man who gives a |
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**** what you bitches say |
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Don't get wrong, when you get got just blame it on da |
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Bay[Hook]If your hoe get **** (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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If your car get took (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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If your boys get shot (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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Someone run up in your spot (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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If your clique get hit (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay) |
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Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay)[Verse 2] |
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Blame it on da |
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Bay is what they all say when something happens round they way |
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Either they too scared or too wrong to bring to our face |
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Add it up - took his hoe, stole his car, and shot his bro |
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By now someone like me should be dead but ya know |
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I'm tha one superstar out tha hood, its all good |
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Cause tha hood that |
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I plug is tha |
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Bay understood? |
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Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for dead but keep up in yo sight |
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Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light |
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Frayser B- |
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O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me |
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M-E-M-P-H- |
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I-S crunkest city in |
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TennesseeBlame it on da |
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Bay if there's a glitch up in your atmosphere |
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Hear tha sound of money being made and its so crystal clear |
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Haters watch tha street strapped wit heat that |
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I'm feelin fine |
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Gradually |
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I peak over tha steep hills that |
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I have climbed |
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And when I get finished with this path that |
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I'm bout to pave |
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Please know that |
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I wouldn't be shit wit out tha ****in |
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Bay[Hook][DJ Paul - repeat 8X] |
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**** what you, who gives a **** what you bitches say |
