Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What to that other rapper
used to fuck with?

Man, we ain't with that fake motherfucker MC
Uh, whatever that motherfucker is
Man, we got a crew, we got motherfuckers over here
Rapping for real, eat pussy on records and

That ain't what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like Short motherfucker, you know I'm saying?
Dangerous got some mack shit for your ass, boy
him up, Short

Get in where you fit in,
You was a up at the high school
Now you're like CB4
Biting, you wanna be me for?

It's your life, you it was a Too Short rap
But you no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping ain't your place
So back on the grind and don't catch no

Bitches, what you always be
the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her

You wine her and dine her
And get when you can't find her
You're nothing but a
I bet you get your ass kicked at the park, bitch

You'd better watch your
Before you get jacked by a with a gat
'Cause life is Too Short, I'm in the house that
Shorty the pimp, was born to

And I don't stop rapping, one I never do
Is making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap can see
Dangerous got the funky beats

And I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like Missouri 'cause I can ya
Why is my shit so funky it
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant

You outta pocket trying to with my crew
You might of learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by music?

We stole all your money, and all songs
Done you like a hoe and sent your ass home
One came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm a pimp

(MC)

(The gangsta)
Would've never been shit the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

Now gonna play on out
(Like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his
(Little bitch)
to say, "I'm sorry" when you're funny

Y'all can have him 'cause dangerous don't him
tell a lie almost every other minute
I'm like Bennett, I in it
Go on with reject rap attack

You'll get more from a in a Cracker Jack
And Banks said he can't have no more funk
(Hell naw)
Get in where you fit in,
It's life is all about

Did that get him, did get it?
(Yeah, you got him)
Wait, it's the
(Bitch-ass nigga)

You like that
(Hell yeah)
Damn, you like that,
You a

(Tore his ass up)
Banks you a fool for
(Fuck nigga)
(Goddamn)

Man, fuck punk-ass nigga
Man trying to fuck with the
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with shit
Nigga, we got niggas way tighter you man
You old wanna be me, nigga
with some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga

I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so your fucking kids away from me
the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back or ass getting dropped, black
'Cause lay you on your back fast
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they ass

And let loose the whole
And let motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit
I you gotta be a nut, fool
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck
Because that shit don't even long

Get a key from an OG and get your cash on
And if a nigga got some grip, get your on
But if a nigga popping lip, get bank on
Don't go out like another sucker
You show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker

them niggas you the biggest boss
And ain't no slipping the tripping just popping
a clip and them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but riches to me
Getting high with my and bitches to see

Yep, what life is all about
You eating the cunt and she sucking your and you
fucking bitch and kicking that bitch up out
I ain't a model, and I play the fucking role

be shit when you're old, nigga fuck a goal
You be somebody, I tell your ass you can't
You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the
That's how it is in the

These didn't know?
Well, these motherfuckers now
And don't be jealous and mad we doing
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz

You follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be to mack
I'm to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so quit asking me
I never listened and used to cuss in back of the

the Max is my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to drop any on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb
And watch me extend with a to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the space

But ain't no this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so try to stand, break
Sit in the range, get maimed, I don't fight fair
Strike with a mic, in a is a nightmare
And I'm using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch

And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath
Two hardhead niggas, yeah, we violence
Talking shit to the world 'cause we don't have to silent
Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking a mad man

Your think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan
So fuck it, I'm causing ruckus
Whoever wanna disagree then grab my dick and it
Diddley is doing shit, destructive and I ruin shit
You stepping, pack your weapon fucking the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

Fuck it, just another nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the nigga
Bloodshed is what I see in the
and deranged, I ain't in my right mind

I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my
We, we a to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double
Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz

Some lunatics, and we known to ruin
A terrorist, I ain't never been a role
Nigga I the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I even like fucking with no alcohol
But I'll snatch a joint, and get out for y'all

Getting lit, never a fit
On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my
And if your clique shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize
The nine to your spine, now ass is paralyzed

I'm dangerous, and I ain't mad yet
I drop with couch and you bounce like a bad check
'Cause I'm a mack from 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz shit

Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's
From the hood if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is it's about

Some people ask me why I commit crimes 'em a scratch
But I'm and I'm trapped and I can't turn back
I was as a cruel kid
the streets taught me
More these fake-ass schools did

I tried the system but I dropped it
So now I'm in the goddamn and can't stop it
And I'm a motherfucking threat to
Make the police sweat when they check this minority

You want of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at
Selling dope my folks, come close and see I react
Hard niggas to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes
On the drink day like winos
And I be slipping up off the blunt

So I packs a for the punks who wanna try for their stunt
'Cause I would never a hoe how I make my green
I cut my cream on an un so I can't be
And then I bump up on the block and knock knock

Watch the cop jock as I a be a hot spot
slugs just to make it
I'm in the and it's real and a nigga can't fake it
I it's sad what I'm doing
And I don't a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz

you think you got the shit in?
You gotta get in you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you pocket, punk-ass bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in, you bitch