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Correct Shaking In Your Bootz Lyrics
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Mr. Lil One
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Correct Shaking In Your Bootz
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[Mr. Lil' One (talking)] Aight, here we go Oh yeah... triple sixin Mr. Lil' One, GPA And that mothafucka Shadow [Mr. Lil' One] Comin through my return Mothafuckas fin to burn It's the Little I came to bring the pain in the rain Exclude me from any peace talks Watch the gun shot Comin through your block Mothafuck you and the cops Still I feel the urge to emerge for the kill Spit up in your face, roll you down a big hill No one will rescue the streets wanna test you Put you on the spot for that bull shit you talked Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your house And then you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse And then I seen you fly, deep into the night I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck might I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground Don't even got an attitude but claimin to be rude Finally I send those claimin to be foes To that other level, you can't fuck with the devil [Chorus: Mr. Lil' One] I got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken [shaken] All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin] Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin] Evil like that mothafucka Satin [Satin] Got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken [shaken] All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin] Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin] Evil like that mothafucka Satin [Satin] [Mr. Shadow] It's the shadow of your death here to take your last breath Now you're hopeless, I'm hittin mothafuckas with my lokness Hokus pokus, I'm deadly like a stroke is Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow this Nemesis, makin none of this cause you're envious The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a minister I'll blitz ya, never hesitating when I'm rushin I'll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians Concussion, ain't no gettin up full of blood clots I must turn my soul competition into dust A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow If your ass only knew all the days I let you borrow The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever paused I knew it from the git cause I read in the cards And now you hear me laugh Like the witch that did the craft Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the past [Chorus] [GPA] With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your dome It's the return of GPA and I'm always packin a microphone Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these streets You better not get caught slippin Like a rhyme your ass will meet defeat Hey Little, who the next to second guess our flows I hope it ain't your crew, I'm leavin a bomb at your front door Along with a note some wires a clock and dynamite 30 seconds to ignite I'm seein flash backs of your life Fool, I'm lettin it be known I'm takin every thing personal In the streets you play for keeps, I'm ready to give your ass a funeral I'm used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile You asked me to flip some shit I'm entering in and I defile Any thing you have in mind, I'm kickin my rhyme Just keepin my time, look and you'll find And you'll decide whether or not the truth's inside You heard it come from me, should be no other way Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day [Chorus]
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