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Yo, how did he go He went out a bitch So We just ain't 'bout you 'Cause some of you Is too
I knew brother named Mitch player He meet a girl, in minutes he lay her crazy jewels Hands in ice to prison not once, but twice Kept a stupid thick of thugs and Crooks and And vet Who up to no good But they all stood him And watched his the only way To roll on the But yo Mitch got rushed by the feds last They snatched by the Of his Cornice Took a inside And what did see Two keys and a of P.C.P Oh shit, the crashed Mitch's Three strikes, that's criminal So instead of goin' He snitched on his whole Maxed at the And sipped Martini and Sold out his whole That rat Mitch
Yo, how did he go He went out like a So We just ain't 'bout you 'Cause of you'll niggas Is too
I this guy was never that fly Couldn't act Even when he When we rough He cried When he told stories, he always A black Who was missin' the part He had the But was missin' the heart we would fight He would always go quick So he took And he still got his ass But now married And he his wife's ass it comes from problems That he had in the Doesn't blacks Claims he's upper Joined the police, got himself a Now he rolls the And out to jack young brothers 'Cause usually don't fight back Got a white And he for that And night Another they crack So now big man But he really shit
Yo, how did he go He went out a bitch So We just ain't talkin' you 'Cause a lot of this Are too
Out one night with my And new kid I didn't know homeboy, but E did So I he was cool We in his ride Rag top on Daytons side to side We hit the party Niggas was me You feel the vibe Of artillery was on, some O.G shit I put my to the wall And felt my pistol All of a started trippin' Flippin', the record skippin' Wildin', started lockin' up Gats The started smokin' up Me and he hit the And the back door My boys let off an automatic But when we it out to the ride It was gone, we had to it out Side by Punk left us there to die in a
Yo, how did he go He out like a bitch So We ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause you ass niggas Is too
So if wonderin' Why we are at you if you thought You always tell a got a lot of money But you 'cause Yo lad you what I be frontin' I'ma tell you You act you can fight But when there's a real You find out Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it No, you ain't, man No, you ain't A brother think you've got up But you don't You why I wouldn't even hit you with my I'd smack that out of you I know the brothers