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[Yelawolf] Half of these motherfucking rappers don't know shit Aint seen a gansta aint seen a brick And they wonder why when the OG's come around Yelawolf I get the respect I get Cause I never walk into another man's house And tell him what I think about the way he live I done a little dirt on my own And I won't throw stones So I get back what I give Reach for the tool homeboy go ahead If you wanna be dead homie be dead Who am I to be thinkin that I won't pop a trunk If you feelin like a punk From the he said she said Life's not a choice it's a win or lose So what's it gonna be, him or you? Did he lie on your bed, did she lie to your head? Well, it all depends on the truth See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I done see one of my boys get ticked off and put his hands on a dirty AK and lifted it Up in the air, and then saw him carried him Into the club, I know he wanted to bury 'em My crew is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious [Chorus - Chamillionare] In this game it seems Letras de cancionesThat I'm lyrically, reaching a point where It's no fair no more Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy It's like I'm bringing war to your front door In this game it seems That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where It's not fair no more Hit em wit that Major Pain as we shoot and destroy It's like I'm bringing war to your front door [Chamillionaire] Look how I lyrically assassinate a verse then I can get a hook shot like urban You never bust, rapping just like you a virgin I know your girl, then get in her belly like a surgeon A hundred milli gotta get it, brrrr, Birdman? Christina Milian she ain't got her man And I don't have no dreams either, I'm workin' Surfin' the earth and tryna stay urban You see the heater poking out I got the shirt in All these rappers getting jerked without the jerkins The similes and metaphor that I be servin Goin right over their head, hah turbans I gotta (?) she a Persian And I gotta deal with Eminem but I ain't burnin' Hot, got a lawyer, hes really a diversion Im ridin dirtier the 30 days with no detergent Ain't really with the beef with the tweets, I get at you If I ever see you in the streets I'ma slap you I don't mean Lebron with the Heat comin at you Cover up with the duck like Young LA tattoo All this cake, getting flipped like a spat-u-la Not a act, like a chat I'm a natural Suits tried to take me out the game What did that do? Still here, like a name up in here at you (?) Bread cheese, yeah funds really high Walk in the strip club throw my lunch in the sky Front til ya die While I spend a month in Dubai I'm a God in the streets, da-la-hum-dil-lee-i Test, and I'ma bet that gonna you flunk when you try I don't even gotta to use my gun to reply You'll get punched in the eye Punched in the eye What is a tie? OR you can blood finna fly! [Chorus - Yelawolf] The shit I've seen Has changed me What use to be strange to me Just ain't strange to me no more (Yeah I done seen this shit before) It's just another day outside my door, outside my door The shit I've seen Has changed me What use to be strange to me Just ain't strange to me no more [Chamillionaire] In this game it seems That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where It's not fair no more Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy It's just another day outside my door, outside your door [Trae the Truth] Yeah, I'ma let you take a second to introduce you to pain Where everybody going through it and going insane The inner struggle but they focused on making they change Anybody get it away and they making it rain If it go to me I'll probably be doing the same If I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game Rapping on thinking I promise I'll get the same thing In the back of the maybach outside of somebody name Getting brain like I was only here to learn something Fucking with me I guarantee I'ma return some Raise some drama then show up tryna burn some I do my dirt and then I never pay it back I'm dealing with it and never taking it You can't respect, the city been awake Never get attacked, got it, I cant hear nobody taking that Wanna hit the block and wanna thug? dreaming to get away And to the love I got for the streets, the hood Call up any n-gga who come that and try to fit in I send them away Yelawolf go get the whip I got this I open the gate aint no way they could stop this They want it with us, you can tell em about this Looking for something pretty, you can em it's not this [Chorus] [Yelawolf] Pray on my God, I believe it's too hard dont reach for the dogs who believe the facades don't reach too far to compete with the dog because deep in the heart they wanna ? this all I wish I could be the one to say I warned ya dont pay any attention man I wanna ignore the haters but I can't afford to leave them alone they say yelawolf aint never been in the dark and trailerparks and made their mark I gotta make it hot cause I was given a pardon I gotta play the role serial killing rap, cause I had a serial code in every city with a cereal bowl when I rap, peer in my soul I'm in the light like a deer in the road clear in control, my spirit is old I'm hearing the Gold I'm hearing the foes, hoes and it falls like a rock dont mean you hard like one you want the credit for getting gutter forget it you muthaf-ckers forgot the credit card and run street credit won't put bullets in ya gun but it might put a stray bullet in your son daughters, uncles, aunts, friends and nusiance become tangled up when it comes undone [Chorus] From Letras Mania