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(feat. Chaos, Quick Ta Mac) [Verse 1: Lil 1/2 Dead] I gots game like Monopoly Ain't no nigga stoppin' me From doin' what I gotta do, so fuck you and you too Your whole crew is weak, so peep Sit back for a second, let this real nigga speak Tweak off the shit that I say is true And like my girl Brat, I'm gonna give it to you Through, the heartaches and tears and pain I would never ever change I'd always stay the same I aim to be the shit when I spits my verse I gets my point across, that's why you hear me curse First, the turf where I dwell it's on Niggaz be slippin' straight catchin' two to the dome The zone, that I'm in is oh so bad We dropped some dope albums and we started a fad Oh, if you ain't know where I'm from We be flowin' And this is dedicated to the one's who ain't knowin [Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Who's them niggaz wit the cavvy shit Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow Letras de cancionesIt's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know Who's them niggaz droppin' cavvy shit Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know [Verse 2: Quick Ta Mac] A nigga feelin' good on that up and up Cuz a nigga's not fuckin' up like before (Makin' money) Makin' more Doin' tours around the state As I regulate and penetrate Those in the crowd who drove miles (To see Hostyle) And Lil Hd blows up the spot Groupie hoes jock and jealous muthafuckas try to plot People be wildin' but I be hostylin' Tryin' to keep my muthafuckin' income steady pilin' (By doin' what?) By bustin' all these doggy ass raps On these doggy ass tracks Gettin' paid by ASCAP I'm stayin' true Nigga I ain't bellin' wit that nigga Big Frank Stank Makin' more hits than Hank Damn! It's that nigga Sam on the loose I'm comin' through like Ice Cube Walkin' in my black boots Oops! My style is stainless I'm flippin' shit like Reglagainus That nigga Quick Ta Mac crept up up on yo anus [Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Who's them niggaz wit the cavvy shit Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know Who's them niggaz droppin' cavvy shit Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know [Insert: Lil' 1/2 Dead] Yeah eastside riders in this mutha Total Track in this muthafucka For the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch.. [Verse 3: Chaos] Now ain't this a trip, Quick Ta Mac We got niggaz who hate us And hoes all up on our sac (Why's that?) Cuz it's a whole lot of jealousy and envy Behind my back they enemies But in my face they friends of me (Damn, is that how it be?) Yup that's why we gettin' jocked by them hoes We used to clown back in '93 (Groupies) Is what we call 'em They only want the ballin' And they shake the spot fast When your paper's pilin' farther So nigga pick up your ends And hop up off your bitch And stop spendin' all your money On the hoes wit the contact lens You better come to your senses And keep your dollas and yo cent-ses In your pockets where they go And never trust no hoe Cuz if you slip then they'll dip In your money clip Talk behind your back And spread some rumors 'bout some funny shit So take heed to the shit we be flowin' And this is dedicated to the ones who ain't knowin' [Hook x2] From Letras Mania