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Correct Strange (Feat. Crime Boss & Mr. Mike) Lyrics
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Correct Strange (Feat. Crime Boss & Mr. Mike)
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F/ Crime Boss, Mr. Mike Ss.. Ss.. Uh.. Uh.. Smoke that Uh.. Ss.. Ss.. Hit it Ss.. Look bitch.. Bitch hit it uh [Hook:] How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight [Mr. Mike] With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after Me in the middle of the night Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor In the middle of the fight Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes The richer G's get, the bitcher these niggas My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories Send me the flyest mc that's tryin' to see And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree Well I be, the bitch wanna fuck Mike for free Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I'm rich I'm quick to hit chu' up (Nigga) It's them strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck [Hook:] [Crime Boss] I was born and brought up where these streets be the key Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin' I'm out to live with no time to play I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange [Hook:] [Tela] Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I'm gon' seduct nigga what, do I give a... Ask the mound killer Faces I remember they say dump him in the river New Year's Eve 1999 nigga Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver Headed back to the Suave castle I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso In this castle was a midget with banana clippin' Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll fuckin' wicked Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit It really goes to show ya that shit ain't changed In year 2000 life still be strange [Hook x3]
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