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Fiend - The Rock Show lyrics
Verse one: 36 ounces of thousand in grams I ain't never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who wanna hunger young rick Thinking I can't get, out the situation I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to give her Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps Catch me in the set and I'ma have what'cha want want Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my health And tell the Temp service, ain't blood myself Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt And proving thy self from cream that don't melt Chorus: (Nigga why) Before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp) 36 ounces of thousand in grams If it ain't legal and from Uncle Sam 36 ounces of thousand in grams How I get them cars, houses, and land 36 ounces of thousand in grams You ain't seeing shit till money in hand 36 ounces of thousand in grams Verse two: My brother and cousin got a plan Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands A ten millimeter for protection For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah I cost to cigars from being broke And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah To old for McDonalds, that killed hope And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah Penetentries chance's here I come That nigga move to fast I'ma pop his ass one (pop) Drop his ass one (pop) Bringing home the brick What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git Chorus |
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