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"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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Attention!
Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone(repeat 4x) Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Bonecrusher: 87 while I'm gripping the grain Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore This here the major don Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Lady Ice: I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's Triple gold D's,don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away Quakers quakin,'haps i'm tha beats around the place It don't matter where ya from,tha chop shop,i'll show u chrome We keeps it pimpin,representin & let these hatas know we... Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Bonecrusher: Al Pine,Poncho keep stompin,if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin Shorty,I keep swurvin,observin tha ones they observin Fresh beats we keep servin,now they grabbin they ears,on tha curvin I stay cooly,whooly,tell me somethin fresh,ya heard me? Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Marcus: Niggaz pimpin through tha streetz,smokin on some 5-5 ??? in tha wind,everytime i ride by Pull in wit tha gigiglo,pull up at tha liquor sto White & Beige goods, lexus, sweet potatoe pie Like i'm so high, 4 as I lean,wit that thang by my side & its toe 16 So fresh & so clean,baby boy comin by down from them bows to tha wheel,blowin dro feelin drilled to them hoes they tha ??? Chorus x: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat until fade) |
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Chorus:
The Wall The Wall And we keep on struggling And we ain't got nothing And we need to get something [2x] This woman can't put the bread on the table It isn't like she isn't willing and able Went down to the department of labor They gave her a job, made it minimum wage uh And its like mental slavery (uh) Chorus Got love for my Got to war for my for my be strong for the struggle hard for the struggle got to keep you hustle got to show your muscle we down for the streets we live in the streets what's that trappin' but it got to eat wanna bust your cap and life makes you snap but hoes don't gots to adapt Chorus Lift your head up Get your chin off your chest remember its hard for us all that's out here on the quest to be the best at what we do and never accept it less we all got our own destinies that we must manifest you can't let 'em stop you and let 'em drop you sometimes a part of you just gotta do what you gotta but you always keep swinging from my force always know you gotta keep singing chorus [3x] You gotta get up, stand up, never give up [9x] |
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