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It's DJ Kay Slay the drama king And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record That's right, I said lyricists, not rappers And for you haters out there, pay attention (Jealousy's a motherfucker) Better go You don't want no problem, you don't wanna mess with it Up in it then I come around, niggas already be knowing how I be the best with it How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga fresh step with a little fresh fitted Bust every bottle in the building and I fuck shit up I got 'em whilin' till a nigga tell he finished (You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather closer Pretty white bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' ass, yoga Bangin' on niggas till we probably break a shoulder I don't ever give a fuck what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit Illiterate, but you know you fuckin' with a boss Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?" While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, don't do that Tired of telling niggas when you know exactly what I'm on Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I'm gone Y'all see the way I black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the nigga [?] You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Letras de cancionesMe bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life Hit a lick, rockin' the hip, hopin' to get high when a nigga spit Probably when the women get on me, talkin' the dick Often the bitch drop when I rip Niggas be jelly, they go through her telly And see her tell me she left shit in my telly It's hurtin' his belly like bad meat at the deli I have heat in my pelly pelly for the fuckboys Make a nigga have to snuff boys, make enough noise To make everyone drop when I bust toys when they suck soy I'm gonna get my paper no matter what Hateful takers don't got enough, they goin' a nut Get a fo'-fo' with ya ganja holdin' my do' in the cut Play no games and I ain't no dame so I aim for pain I'ma drain yo' brain when that thang go bang Like I'm Django, man, and my aim goes bang When I'm faced with jealousy, all the states throw mail at me So it's making you march, wanna yell at me When I react they call up Penelope's Bitch ass, trick ass, sniff ass, ho Just 'cause I get cash when I spit fast, now his ass low Go get a sick pass and a bitch badge 'cause you get mad, bro You 'bout to get flagged and you wondering if it's riff raff, no nigga You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Me bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life I knew a couple niggas that I used to run with Have fun with, get funds with Shit get low, I had to bust a couple guns wet Squad fell apart all over one bitch Leave it to my nigga Ty to do some dumb shit My Uzi weigh a ton shit Run up in a nigga crib with the fire you can light a blunt with Hollow tips in your belly, time to [?] shit 'Bout my paper, neighbor, fly nigga, aviator Walk out the crib, nigga heated like a radiator Bet I kill a nigga if he wanna die right now Actin' like a recoverin' fiend, nigga, pipe down He was gangsta yesterday, he believe in Christ now Scope on you, no mouthwash, you in my sight now If I don't get a call from Slay, somebody dyin' Like 9-7, you hard pressed, get the iron Yo Slay fuck these niggas dawg You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Me bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life Nigga be on some real Compton shit, nigga be out in New York doing whatever the fuck he wanna do. I'm just a thorough nigga, five borough nigga, project nigga from the Westside of Compton, you know what it is. L.A., that's my shit, New York (You can lose your life) From Letras Mania