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Correct Bringin' It - Timbaland Lyrics
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What Yo yo yo yo yo yo Ha ha It ain't over baby It don't stop like dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Dat datdat dat Wah-kump, wah-kump Dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Come on One question: Who be the thug that y'all love most? Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose The thug muscle So whistle if you hear clear Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year See most fear The marvelous, alias You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted Too many mc's not clearly on this hype tip I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip Ali baba snakin lakin trustin north shit You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits It's mob official You test I'll leave you knock-knissued Bandaged up like a snitch 'cause I ain't fuckin with you Straight up, we bringin' it What y'all, huh huh, v-a Know about this What y'all in hampton, huh huh Know about this What y'all in p-town Know about this What y'all in hoviay Know about this Check it out I'm ya p-town hit man I'll make ya shit man Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks I told you that I'm project strong You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long Alias the don I leave it messy like I'm joseph pesci Don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous The mob crush the lord just, never be discussed When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush I rush club scenes like, what? Always carryin the bust The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap 'cause otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga what What y'all v-a Know about this What y'all in hampton, what Know about this What y'all in nomo Know about this What y'll in chesapeake Know about this Bring it boy See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep Ak's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps 44's and calico, pretty ricky and low Thugs know The real on how I let shit go But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill Vinny rush, crazy jj and mush must chill And killa k and johnny hesh steady aimin that steel Shit's for real, my nigga p and mike might peel They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up Esp was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff? And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you I suppose you Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you What y'all in v-a Know about this- I told you What y'all in nomo, what Know about this, what
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