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Correct No Suckaz Lyrics
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Correct No Suckaz
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Feat. The Jacka, Courtney Triggas, X. O. [Courtney Triggs] You wanna play wit the dopest And I'm a put up the bounty From Play To Win Records All the way to Co. Co. County I'm a let these niggas know They ain't never been a factor Called up X. O. And he hit that nigga Jacka These niggas understand I don't like the goodie goodies On the highway, top drop, Headed to see Woodie Northerners and pit bulls and everything they like These niggas came together Made for give me the mic [The Jacka] It's the Jack, it's the Jack nigga it's The Jacka One love to K-I-N-G Don't let 'em catch ya It's the bitch ass detective that's Really tryin' to stretch it Got my nigga Bo locked The whole Mob scattered out Catchin' cases, Change of faces, gettin' plotted out So many nations I guess a nigga gotta sav it out On the run, hittin' banks Still givin' thanks to the Mo Side Survivin' in a place where most die I'm suspended from space and time Suspended form school so I just quit tryin' Addicted to drugs, and the life of crime Blastin' slugs at the police And slugs at the other side Slugs wit the big lead 20 G's will make your kin bleed Keep sellin' crack, keep smokin' weed Fuck the world Life ain't all what it seems I could have been a king But I'd rather push cream, muthafucka Chorus: [Courtney Triggs] Who would of thought We'd get together causin' all this ruckus From the streets to the pen We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz Who would of thought We'd get together causin' all this ruckus From Play To Win Records We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz Who would of thought We'd get together causin' all this ruckus From the streets to the pen We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz Who would of thought We'd get together causin' all this ruckus From East Co. Co. Records We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz [X. O] You must have me twisted I only fuck wit the real twisted cap Bottoms up, until I hurl on the flask In a instance, niggas get lifted And they start on my experience niggas die if I wish it Run the streets off instinct We ain't niggas who wishin' My heart weighs a ton These niggas scared to bust the gizzun I play for keeps, I play for G, I play to win nigga I swear I'm like the wizzun I'm always fucked up Cuz I lost when that shit gets dizzun So muthafuck that bass And muthafuck prison I smash for the cash Stay instructed wit all the casings I'm always basin' This shit is crazy Why niggas hate me I just don't know Maybe it's my flow Maybe cuz I got that bitch on blow Gang recognize game, bangin' X to the O Unload and reload I'm way worse than before Don't fuck wit hoes still ill All about my doe X. O. [Chorus:] [Woodie] You can catch me in some dirty khakis Wife beater wit a red belt swingin' Bruce Lee say some cheese But still drinkin' Old English I'll bark ya like some rotts I'm lockin' like a pit So think again before you get to Knockin' my shit bitch I'm quick to leave you leakin' Incapable of speakin' While your bleedin' Your homie's speedin' Seekin' hospital treatment Should have kept they mouth shut Some just don't know when to quit Usually I'm out the gate Maybe one pass but that's it I'm a hit Ya'll gon' feel the wrath of fury Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norte±o What the fuck you got to say? Bout that Shut your trap, save your breath I would love to make your death excruciating Bones protruding, shakin' nerves A day no less I fiend to make a mess again I guess I lost my love within Survivin' in the depths of these streets It's a must to sin I'm punchin' in and I ain't clockin' out until I'm finished Pursin' danger slowly crossing names out my hit list [Chorus:]
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