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(feat. Demoz, Reef The Lost Cauze) [Intro: Reef] Whadup Doap? We here now, fuckin' onionheads Fuckin' smash ya grandma with a vase I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps I'm tryna talk shit like you Doap Yeah, AOTP, Lost Cauze, Doap Nix I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin' soon as the shit drop? We gon' try it like this [Reef the Lost Cauze:] Yo, let's get dirty like a thug hammerin' that buss Like the sand and the dust, like raw blood on animal tusk Niggas think they sweets till they strangled and slumped Real niggas don't fold, I neva ran with no chumps They demandin' from us, dunn we need to go check that Bring hell to any mothafucka who don't respect that Their hands is vicious, right cross connect that Try me and my fam, you stand where you left at West P, till the death where I rep at Youngaz is bangin' and sellin' crack where you rest at This a death trap, but it's how we survive Neva take my kindness for weakness, it's highly unwise I show love to people who took advantage Letras de cancionesLook me in my face and lie, now you gotta face the hammer It's dead in ya face, I put 'em dead in his place I'll leave 'em dead and disgrace Cause what he said outta his face Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze Sour Diesel, where the weed at? Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze Sour Diesel, where the weed at? [Hook x2: Reef (Doap)] Let's get dirty niggas (From the block to the stage) Let's get dirty niggas (From the glock to the guage) Let's get dirty niggas (From the corners that pitch) (To the kids out the 'burbs lovin' life cause they rich) [Demoz:] Ayo, keep a nine on you and watch niggas that learn off you Keep ya mind open cause mothafuckaz will turn on you It's funny how I put my words together I burn the track like Nascar that's how I earn my cheddar You earn plaques off a simple raps Look I can't go commercial I done been thru scraps Try turn on me, neva see me talkin' to rats If it's my turn to burn I'll think the coffin is wack Put an urn on me, keep my name outta ya mouth If ya man a bitch keep his date outta my house Cause I'll turn on you Look my flow been past you, neva try to test me I'm so ready, nigga ask whoeva And my hood's shady, still bars couldn't save me Born crazy, I was torn as a baby My pops left me, so my postbox empty Box lefty, right hand glock empty Do not tempt me [Hook x2: Reef (Doap)] [Doap Nixon:] Blocka! Hit 'em up, give it up And everything in the crib, we bout to split up The break is over for the glarin' spittin' The hood needs me, niggas bout to handle they bizness And the streets want Nixon to break jaws For that change, I'm a give more bars then the state charge Still smack niggas for eight bars Got vets in the game, tellin' me it's bout time that I take charge So suck it up, or see the butt of the ratchet Helly Hansen and Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket I'm a made men and I'm not from SP But I still drag ya ass 50 miles on a Jet-ski Nickname Nicko Pesci, been around killers Spendin' their days gettin' pickled off wet leaves So show love or show ya pistol You went out like a puss' So I'm a cock it back then kiss you And Reef knows right where to put you Somewhere out in South Philly What's I'll ain't nobody gon' miss you Yo it's QD and AOTP Add D O A P and Reef the nigga that spells beef [Hook x2: Reef (Doap)] From Letras Mania