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| Baby Bash The Smokin' Nephew Yeh Suh! We deep (Yeh Suh!) We creep (Yeh suh!) We throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) We fly (Yeh suh!) no lie (Yeh suh!) off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) Its my arrival and my survival I'm skyin higher then messiah and his bible Watch for that rifle Watch for that psycho Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight tho now if you talk the talk you gotta walk the walk dont let this pretty face fool ya cuz im a savage like a dallas maverick i got nephews that'll do ya Snatch that jersey off your skeleton with the quickness And if its wall to wall betta guard your jaw we handlin bi'ness Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin Blowin our trees cousin it gets sticky in the pain Tricky in the tank and don't miss me wit that dank 500 fronted on the street equals 65 G's In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the p Bigger then show biz so I'm stayin focused When they holla at the club How much them blows is We deep (Yeh Suh!) we creep (Yeh suh!) we throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) we fly (Yeh suh!) no lie (Yeh suh!) off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) We deep (Yeh Suh!) we creep (Yeh suh!) we throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) we fly (Yeh suh!) no lie (Yeh suh!) off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) I remember when my thugz showed me how to slang heat Hollerin fixin how ta talk man we gonna bring beat Ya now guess what I'm goin through and this what I stand for Thuggin ain't that legal but I'm doin what I can boy But I sound small I as Im is sound as raw as Im is I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads Down is all in it see niggaz ballin in it ball alotta, tellin a sad story we know why I got it Niggas bad at the game they ain't showin no love Thats cold nigga deal with it show'em you thug Havin, Partna's in prision n a few dead friends was the Streets way of showin me two dead ends then the beats got to showin me you can make ends Goin hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't One thug that had some said that boy Bash That manilla world send max pain comin for that ass. Yeh Suh! We Deep (Yeh Suh!) We Creep (Yeh Suh!) We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) We Fly (Yeh Suh!) No Lie (Yeh Suh!) Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!) We Deep (Yeh Suh!) We Creep (Yeh Suh!) We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) We Fly (Yeh Suh!) No Lie (Yeh Suh!) Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!) I'm just a mack man I'm just a mack man and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man I'm just a mack man I'm just a mack man and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man I'm just a mack man I'm just a mack man and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man I'm just a mack man I'm just a mack man and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man We Deep (Yeh Suh!) We Creep (Yeh Suh!) We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) We Fly (Yeh Suh!) No Lie (Yeh Suh!) Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!) |
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