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(feat. Neph the Madman) |
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[Verse One: Neph The Madman] |
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Forget your crew nigga there's no contest |
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The Hoodie Men we confresh and never less |
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I guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta die |
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Smoke, light L's engage in sex |
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Shorties with big breasts and round fat juicy asses |
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From the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas asses |
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We'll be in there with swimwear, who in there |
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The hoodie men we rock the spot |
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Who are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knot |
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So bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knew |
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That the sucka MC's get the D from my crew |
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[Chorus:] |
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I'm wiling, the ism got me wiling |
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My shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum |
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I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling |
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The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum |
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I'm wiling, cuz niggies got me wiling |
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The ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum |
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I'm wiling, but Jackie got me wiling, |
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Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum |
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[Verse Two: Neph] |
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I gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every day |
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Well men don't care, mad bills to pay |
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And a bunch of more ho's, brothers drinking alizay |
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Damn, I'm high again, yo my girl drives me crazy |
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Insane pain in my brain it don't amaze me |
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Hated by her parents, feeling transparent |
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Dammit, and in two weeks we'll have a baby |
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Why? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolate |
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Now I'm high, mama kicked me out, not fair |
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Niggas everywhere and other niggas just stare |
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Screw me, some might want to do me the uzi |
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Cocked, till the nextman front and you'll get rocked |
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Cuz I got a daughter now plus I'm homeless, so shit is out of order how? |
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Do you do, here comes the man of two |
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Fucked up but I hope I'm getting through to you |
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Life is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don't die we just multiply |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Neph] |
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Land and the area, damn we slam scarier I'm darin ya |
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You can bring your crew the more the merrier |
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America, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be are |
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Nasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right now |
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I'm ghost, and elephants around you on the ground |
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Who is he I don't know, just another John Doe |
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On the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds scream |
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Neph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O. |
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Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flow |
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Now you know, who's the motherfucker in town |
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You didn't know, your mothers my ho, you fucking glam tally-ho |
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Shout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for you |
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As soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just begun |
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[Chorus] |
