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Monday, 21 August 2017
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Ghetto Fabulous - Album




Yaah


 







Da Da Da Da


Da Da Da Da(MC's)


Da Da Da Da


Da Da Da Da(Yaah)


Yaah(say what) (8x)


Break my joint cut my tongue off if I aint tight


Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die


If I aint fie


Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up


If I dont rot


Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer


If I dont deliver


Pull my hair out


If I sell out


Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all


If I dont go off


Or either lethal injection or straight electricity


Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if I loose


creativity


Let me get forced into sexual activity


Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if I dont fall to the


upmost of my ability


Take my head if I say there aint no feelin


Stop sellin my record,give me the money back,nigga if I dont sell at


least a million


Cut my dick off if I get down


Dont get off


Crush my spine and cave my chest in


If I cum under a nymphovestin


If I aint bad for my age,and kick half my size


Close my fuckin eyes


If you can stop me from saying or


keep me from playin


Yaah(say what) (15x)


Da,Da,Da,Da


Snamp my pencil,dislocate my fingers,and jam my thumb


I aint gonna write nomore,tear my favorite strip clothes


If it dont explode


Take my bless,baptized,holy ghost,christian soul


If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before


theyt can say my shit ole


Or if it dont,bang,take me out the game,call me out my name,


put me out my house, beat me out my chain


Let em leave my bomb,and tell em I received my doom


When I'm dead,read bitch ass nigga in the ground,written across my


tomb


Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom


Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breathing room


And for when I'm broke and poe


For a door maid Roland,think guess lets make a movie


Turn my body on Oprah,erase my fuckin vocals,


Burn my fuckin notebooks,take my fuckin tapes from me


And give it back to golden,I quit,my career is over


Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum


Da,Da,Da,Da(MC's)


Da,Da,Da,Da(say what)


Da,Da,Da,Da(MC's)


Da,Da,Da,Da(say what)


Yaah(Yaah) (8x)


Give em my post office application it I aint hip for rap nuttin


If yo ass aint(SHIT)and yo hands aint(CLAP)


Take my happiness if its just so happened that it aint evenin


happening


Let something happen to me if I aint hardcore at its maximum


Flip the dodge and change the channel


If I cant handle it


Forgive me if I leave this bitch before I put my fuckin grammy on the


map


Let my next 50 concerts get canceled


If you scard to front my camera then take my fuckin talent


Take me from my family,sneaked me back on me if I dont represent


Louisianna


Chop my fist if I aint the prince


Bitch keep me beggin if I cant keep up wit the presidence


If I dont run circles ya'll leave me without gas


Let my mama Benz catch for flat tires


"Chorus"










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