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Correct Don't Body Ya Self Lyrics
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Hope y'all make it through the storm You know what though, I love the rain man A lot you cats are runnin your mouths Your runnin your mouths crazy Think y'all got to ease up though, you know Ease up fore somethin happen man We don't want that At least you don't Be easy man Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world But y'all nigga betta take it slow Don't body ya self Don't body ya self Don't body ya self nigga Yeah, yeah Everybody get low niggaz Dedicated to the fuck Nas coalition Touch my dough I'm lettin. 40 cals blow nigga Not cals with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on nigga I'm a bury them Niggaz don't want beef they vegetarian Scared of pussy you climbed out a caesarian I push ya grown ass back in your mothers womb You need nine more months Your crews nine more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I didn't sign y'all up If I sign y'all I'm on dust Ya we from the same hood but nigga what?! When y'all was tryin to rap y'all was makin me proud Man now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin your mouth man Why don't be a real man, say you need a lil help And I might help your ass off the shelf But noooo, you're bein disrespectful Thinkin son so cool that he won't check you Stand down, the king is home Queens is on, nasdaq, Dow Jones Don't body ya self Crazy Take it slow man Slow down Take it slow motherfucker Don't body ya self Let's listen Let's just listen Don't body ya self Listen Slow down though man Slow down Ya'll gotta take it slow I am De Niro after Am. Ex. Commercials and "The Fockers" With Martin Scorsese after Gangs Of New York could rock this Back together with the master plan The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man I'm in the streets like old graffiti I'm hearin wankstas talkin greasy Whether broke or rich my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you mcs B Ya'll beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all cause they call me "The Lord of the Rings" Pinky heavy man, big stones in the weddin ban Smell of brimstone back from Hell again Next verse gets worse from God's son to Devil's sin Ya'll need to take it slow Don't body ya self Motherfucker act like ya know (05') Motherfucker better take it slow Don't body ya self They say Jada defeated him Joe to street for him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to ether him Ya'll awaiting an mc burial This is ethereal, fm stereo to xm radio What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. Whether heavenly or spiritual Extreme, delicately like in a way that seems too perfect for this world Man that is riteous, faithful and keeps law Will surely live to cleanse the soverend Lord And you are none of the above So you a sucka for death if I'm a sucka for love And ya wanna know why I don't got an answer niggaz Cause I truely understand these niggaz Scared of me so they talk about family members Like I can't point out your grandma to niggaz Damn you was my man like crew dawg Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The Q is the borrow of true dons Any disrespect nigga we chose arms Will it be gilmore or crowes? Nigga act like ya know Yeah Ya betta take it slow Motherfucker act like ya know Mess around and body ya self Don't body ya self
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