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Yeah You Get Props

de The Beatnuts

Ayo, it’s ill when I'm heated, how my heart stay cold
Write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode
Now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul
First time I shot a gun, Duke, I was 12 years old
But since then, I’ve never put it down, my friend
She go to war when I tell her
Fuck a who, why, when, till the end

Indeed, it’s good to have and not need
Even better when you can shoot back and not bleed
Take heed, poppin’ like an L full of seed
My team is gettin’ bigger, got more mouths to feed
Shorty, let me tell you ’bout my only vice
It got to do with lots of money, and it ain’t nothin’ nice
It ain’t nothin’ nice

Ayy, you believe in God?
You do? Tell Him to save you
’Cause me and these niggas here?
We ain’t tryin’ to save you
Regardless of the fact that it’s close to home
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own

Ayy, you believe in God?
You do? Tell Him to save you
’Cause me and these niggas here?
We ain’t tryin’ to save you
Regardless of the fact that it’s close to home
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own
My own, nigga

Ayo, my audios guaranteed to lift the audience
It was that time again, so we gathered up 40 men
40 ounces, trees burnin’, heads bouncin’
Dollars is the mission
Sittin’ in the yoga position
Isolate my mind from your bitchin’
Pulp Fiction, lose you in the mix in
Let’s get this poppin’, lock down the Top 10
Knockin’ pretty-boy cats on they ass each time we drop, kid

Yeah, you know how we comin’
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin’
And when my song goes off?
You’ll still be hummin’
Noddin’ your head or singin’ my chorus
The after-midnight fiend
The 4-in-the-morning blunt fiend
Peelin’ dutches, fill ’em in like taco shells
Willing judges, wheelin’ Jake with half a cake in my coat
Pointin’ gats like remotes
At cats with federal notes
Tossin’ bodies off boats

Ayy, you believe in God?
You do? Tell Him to save you
’Cause me and these niggas here?
We ain’t tryin’ to save you
Regardless of the fact that it’s close to home
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own

Ayy, you believe in God?
You do? Tell Him to save you
’Cause me and these niggas here?
We ain’t tryin’ to save you
Regardless of the fact that it’s close to home
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own
Our own, nigga
Our own

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