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Partners-N-Crime - Down South lyrics
f/ Tre-8 [Chorus: repeat 4X] Down South we play the game, we play it raw [First Verse: Kangol Slim] I'm strictly bout makin' my money Strictly bout makin' my cheese All these haters straight hatin' me Cuz I'm on a paper chase for the collard greens Monitor this, I handle my biz Support me and my kids, I gotta get the dividends Even if it mean committin' a sin, kickin' doors in Muthafucka you a foe or friend? Game is real, we playin' it raw Down South, if you got it to see, we runnin' off in your house Duct tapin' your arms, your legs, and your fuckin' mouth When we get what we want, tellin' you to ride out Never leavin' a trace Sprinkle some ye round the place Now you're known to the D.A. That's a closed case So don't fuck with them hounds We lay it down Ask a clown when we buck around Muthafuckas better lay down We play it raw [Chorus] (2x) [Second Verse: Tre-8] I'm missin' a certified death wish Nigga wanna step to this gettin' blows to the dome And I cock the chrome, it's on, strong gone Niggas don't last long, I got'z to get my blast on With the black mask on Got a tool for my getaway Servin' with the AK got the double clip Plus the hollow tips nigga make way You'll get blazed today And I'ma say what I gotta say Niggas gotta play, the game how I play the game Droppin' bombs on your town everytime mane It ain't a tongue it's a mind thang Funky little rhyme game Where nobody go, nigga movin' too slow I don't changed the whole time frame Now it's rangin' and clangin' them bitches We stained them bitches, lookin' stupid like hoes Bringin' the pain to these hoes With flows and blows of death Makin' niggas sweat like hot sauce Runnin' up my block bruh Make me put my top down Break you off proper Pussy poppers over the World had better hide Look into my eyes as I cock the nine Niggas die when they try to see me Nobody can beat me rappin' this fast and easy The sequel, me runnin' with PNC, G, and we be raw We be the coldest muthafuckas that you ever saw nigga we be raw [Chorus] (2x) [Third Verse: Misdemeanor] We bes, the dopest muthafuckas that you ever saw Spinnin' out of Lexus cars playin' the game raw These niggas better recognize the real when caps get peeled Me and my nigga Tre leavin' brains just spilled That's on the real, you can get killed If you want, hit your ass two times up in the chest with the pump Throw your ass in the back of the flip-flop trunk Ride wit'cha your lady I'll dump you off at the dump When ya hurtin' for birth, til' the day you live the Earth When you was on, that bitch should've worn a fuckin' skirt Ol, sissy ass nigga I had to get wit'cha Now your Mom and Dad sayin' they miss ya, had to give 'em a tissue [Chorus] (4x) |
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