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Correct It Ain't A Secret Lyrics
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Lloyd Banks
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Correct It Ain't A Secret
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[Chorus:] Lately Iv'e been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it aint a secret Everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me Nigga I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it [Chorus:] [Verse:] This here make ya piss in ya sweats You know me michell and Ness Smithin and Wess Pistol and vest I take ya life with a sound I got the whistle of death Ya boy flow put the crystal in meth Take the listeners breath You won't believe what they do for c*** I hit the telly thrash And slide off before the rooster crock Pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac Don't mingle around niggas shoot off the roof alot Fuck rattin every tooth is locked And you co-operating Helping em damn near recruit the block I'm blowing hevay on the sofa with the dessie Just incase a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack Id rather throw some at you then get my shit blew back This is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track The hood a bring the bitch out for ya Man I get the glock My money flip like fish out water (Yeah) [Verse:] [Chorus:] Lately Iv'e been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it aint a secret Everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me Nigga I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it [Chorus:] [Verse 2:] I'm staring to feel like I got it all sewn up I helped raise a few of these niggas Now they think they all grown up See these dvd G's is pissed off behind the scenes Spoon fed niggas C*** soft as lima beans To be real I don't know why I'm even trippin 'cause we run this shit Like diarhea drippin The breads long the pipe big So I'm comfortabe enough to got to court in my pj's like mike did I move around with the set long madley So chill 'cause you can't block those wit Shawn Bradley I'm a still be here when D-block flops I got more cash than them in my rebook box I brighten up the picture I shine bright Standing in my way the only way to be in the lime light I'm lazy when I hit and run Which means you gon get to c** Even if you don't get to come [Chorus:] Lately Iv'e been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it aint a secret Everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me Nigga I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Niggas(feel/steal) when I pass 'cause I'm on a spaceship on wheels First to death Little dude couldn't slip on pills You bitch, all you gotta do is slip on heels Cheatin on me, 'cause the house on the cliff [?] I get the brush on ya, give the clique boys chills Man there wont be no more songs stick saw(?) spills I get the bills, 'um black entrepounigga strapped with a vest armed with a trigga. I run and got a twin tag-along The bitch is a quarter I don't mind to split 'em up Bloods thicker than water So I capture all the episodes on the camcorder She lick it of her stomach, right after I glam [?] on her I turn the corner with the mack daddy lip Supa fly black Mary Flint in the bed [?] I thought about clapping Joe, But why clap him with the iron He one big mac away from diein
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