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Sadat X - Petty People lyrics
f/ Shawn Black Yeah yeah yeah this is for my people in the BX Where they still call me DX And this is for my people in the Rou Where I grew like a screw, like this [Hook] Petty people and petty individuals And petty situations that my crew goes through Petty people and petty individuals And petty situations that my crew goes through [Shawn Black] Ya see, jealousy fraudulent, cats fucked up Longevity, so I stay down lower Till I blow up, still destroy All these Shawn Black decoys Plans done changed due to conflict Cowboys, we bomb shit And I put that on my kills Let my rap skills feel It's the Shawn B. black is in the second letter I stay wetter for that green and white cheddar And all my niggas locked diggy hold ya head up The rap game, will never ever warden me Cause I'm a rip from 96 to eternity Stay focused, right days, nights paid With X assistance, now we're whippin' 850's with the Mo Mo's dipped in [Hook] [Sadat X] I've seen lip-syncing that's done fucked that up They live show looks better on the video But they can start with the hip-hop mess of MC's Holdin' back wages from a nigga like me Just burned, black burn cause he want a turn I told ya it would happen to this comin' attraction Let the billboards with plastic, all I have is this Massenburg And they can't talk no more, I'm gon' keep on livin' Fueled by the microphone and ass cash driven Need to blow shit up so I can rest myself In the best of health and have sex with my lady Hey you don't get no ass cause you always lookin' shady Sick nigga like you talkin' about bonin' Jan Brady Lady stand by your man Even if he beats you with the back of his hand Ah, Sadat X is like the size of Texas And more, cowboy quick to the draw [Hook] [Shawn Black] You can talk to me, I walk with a ten I love shorties, plus red heads, Dominicans Cool Chuck and X brought me through We good people Separate all the evil I say things that make ya bounce like springs Bust my caps let them thug cats sling [Sadat X] You would have tears in ya eyes Cause you thought you would rise But ya side reads small again Actin' like a hooligan Wanna act a fool again and front the party goers Hey alot of niggas know us but that don't make us soft, I snatch I don't rely on this rap shit I always keep a stash [Shawn Black] After a rough game, I see them willy niggas flossin' Next time I see em' they be layin' in a coffin It's all off top, you know my rhymes guns and clips Read my spandex, I'm all about chips Evaluate, Harlem blocks hot steppin' I crack a weapon before the nickel plated check in [Sadat X] Harlem the game is something I'll never leave, Crack stamp on the head be, vacation switch to plan b If ya live in a glass house, don't throw stones Hey I'm a made man done earned my bones Been on the wax with the sick vocal tones Fled Deleware got jammed in school zones Ran into a tree at the university Got into a gun fight at the skate p Brave say division with my man 8-V Smoke a dust plug is you crazy [Hook] [Sadat X and Shawn Black ad-libs] |
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