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Music affects your brain Whether people will admit it or not And you don't have to be weak minded for it to do something All I wanna do is Go harder and harder Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter To keep it one hundred, I think the industry wanna see a nigga like me depart as a martyr Walk in the water, the flow is immaculate Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it The track, I'm crashing it, Making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident 'Cause y'all ain't passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen Then I'mma tap your chin, I'm a boss, you a applicant Y'all cats pretend, Never ever, ever rap again Crooked I kick it in the hood, Pistol to protect me 'cause I'm figuring it could Homie, I'm living like a genie in a lamp Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would Killers ready to get dirty, Some niggas who dress nerdy Who ain't even touch 30 They quiet and ain't worthy, their firing ain't sturdy I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me So callate capitalng Bad and I'm Tuco Letras de cancionesGot the Hublo hanging out my bulletproof coupe, though If you didn't, now you do know Yo, light that up, pour that up Middle finger music, throw that up Act like this 'cause we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck 'Cause we don't give a fuck Why should I, man, with my good eye I can see all Y'all snakes So I put my Foot up your ass, Kill 'em with success Look how I pass 'em up, I'm like "Goodbye!" Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face If he ain't about money then your husband a waste I'mma switch the scenery up to a bank That's how a real nigga cut to the chase Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Sadam up Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct I've been at this shit Through past due rents Man, I've been broke, I've been homeless, Yeah been packing Benz I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit was way past any practical math I did Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist Three-fourths day of the year, rap, top of the list Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking up big Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit 'Cause I've been a nobody so long, Gotta Readjust, Get a North Hollywood home Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam All originality with a capital Os So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know That I would rob these bitches 'cause old habits die slow Look, I never been a punk and I never been a bitch So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits 'Cause your 15's done when my 16's hit Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit Bitch, no, I did not come this far to quit, this argument is not even real Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and stocks and casas in hills All these new bitches talking but chill Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill Any of them, got plenty of friends, at any event I'll finish 'em off, no question, no squeal Yes, I am tired of all you sluts That been coming in the game 'cause you bought your butts Now you wanna claim fame 'cause some guy you fucked Is giving you a hood pass, should've passed you up But yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize, try to be more than just hoes Umm, thinking you sort of tight 'cause someone wrote your lines, thinking you whores have got flow No, you can record the lies, gimme some more so I finally listen and hear dough 'Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a god damn year But don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show I have been hitting the road, building my own Little by little but no, I do it all on my own Yes, I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll Bitch, I can show y'all the ropes All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry ass, stale ass bitches need those I don't Yo, light that up, pour that up Middle finger music, throw that up Act like this 'cause we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck 'Cause we don't give a fuck In the underground they put me on the throne In the mainstream they say I don't belong Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that, we can go song-for-song Word, I'm killing the best of men Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence I give 'em a testament, I'm rebuilding the West And I'm pissing off in the coffin that you resting in Skinny jeans and leggings, you're anything but legend I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead you The guillotine'll sever my killing team and catch all my enemies I bet you the ten of these will break you apart, yeah Leaking in a puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces of a puzzle And I'm gone in the wind, yeah, I'm gone in the wind I was fucked up, broke, really Resting my Achilles, I'm balling again Never going broke, say fuck that shit Yeah, fuck that shit She don't fuck with Snow, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Like imagination during masturbation Fuck what you think, what the fuck did you think? The day your opinions can cut me a check, that'll be the day I give a fuck what you think You weak minded From Letras Mania