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Correct Freestyle (Cash Money Diss) Lyrics
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Correct Freestyle (Cash Money Diss)
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(feat. You. N. L. V.) [Redman:] Funk doc in the fuckin building, nigga [Intro: you. N. L. V.] We right back at ya When ya see this shit comin B. G. And you. N. L. V. On the same track Wit a shot to birdman So now, We cleanin up feathers right now Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know? [Chorus x2: B. G.] We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy [you. N. L. V.] Oh, He want some It's a bird, It's a plane Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane [Verse 1: you. N. L. V.] Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin] B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down Bad ass yella boy, This is for you Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, nigga give it up Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps I know ya missin all that, Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize? That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie Cash Money records, nigga suck my dick Tell the whole world how ya really got that shit It was Gizzle, you. N. L. V., My nigga Juve came late Now how the fuck ya gon feed us off the same plate? [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: B. G.] It's the return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B. G. And 2 big dogs from the upt You. N. L. V., Tech Nine, And lil ya We bout to keep it real from the streets to the cellblock Anybody hollerin, They get popped Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block It's real round here, All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here Straight jacked round here If nigga know that history put Cash Money on Befo' Uptown thang, It was sacks and baron I'ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped Yella went inside and got the fuckin pistol grip It's the real Cash Money, We started this shit From loco 580 to the 226 [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: you. N. L. V.] You went from Lil Wayne to the number one dick rider Fuck you mean you the best since the best retired? Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate you and ya homie How long will it be before ya realize, Realize? Slim and Baby ain't nothin but the devil disguised Plus Baby got fucked up in opp In 97, Got a deal off of you and lv Album sold platinum gold, bitch I'm comin for mine And Motherfuck the legal way, bitch, I'm bringin that iron You ain't got no strap, Remember Yella knocked ya out? Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen It's the real 226 spinnin a ben [Chorus x2] [Outro: you. N. L. V.] Say uh, Flex, B. G., We don handled that shit, Man Fuck that, The whole world know They know who made them bitches How the fuck you gon get a whole leaf of bread And don't wan give a nigga but a piece of slice, Dawg? Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down Fuck you nigga, fuck your brother too Ya hoyt man bitch
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