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Correct **** You Lyrics
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Correct **** You
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Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease, ah But don't sling pizza, pizza The gat carryin', rap barbarian Ninety-six Blake Carrington I brings the most dangerous diseases Trife please, mc's of all types, homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals Like my flow, my charm, wifey on the arm And stay fuckin' other bitches, style never switches Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out for shootin' up a townhouse In Hempstead, kids fled, rumors was dead No beef with no cliques, niggaz don't want shit, Trife impresses Lexus gs's, chicks in iceberg dresses, who the best is? Mafia But fagot niggaz wanna spoil it Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me 'Cause I stopped killin' niggaz for free The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggaz lovely I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley, watch the show As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal Dream accounts, large amounts 'Cause Frank don't play with lai money, get high money Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380 Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin' Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental Lebaron Who us? We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser Police'll never chase us we too fly for that Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that I be flirtin' for certain, wearin' short skirts and But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference Between me and other bitches They fuck to get they riches I fuck to bust a nut Lil' Kim not a s*** I gotta reputation to look out for Plus my boss is a outlaw Motherfuckers think they tough guys Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up Faggot ass motherfuckers They really ain't no true players Death comes to those that oppose the clique Dick-riders get off the dick 'Cause, larceny got guns for y'all And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all Catchin' cases, niggaz pull they macs out Niggaz getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin' bridges Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious Rule number three don't take love from no bitches You know what makes me much stronger than you I can take pain much longer than you So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease How you wanna spit a grease?
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