Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that other
Y'all to fuck with?

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

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

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

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

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

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 hanging at the park, bitch

You'd watch your back
you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
'Cause life is Too Short, I'm in the house like
the pimp, was born to Mack

And I don't stop rapping, one thing I do
Is stop this funky-ass shit to ride to
And rap crews can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky

And I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like 'cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so it stanks?
Pee Wee, B, and Ant Banks

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

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

(MC)

(The gangsta)
Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass
(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 want him
He'll tell a lie almost other minute
I'm Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your 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,
what life is all about

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

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

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

Man, fuck that punk-ass
Man to fuck with the dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang this shit
Nigga, we got way tighter than 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
'Cause the motherfucking is the place to be
Where hella niggas get at
So you'd better pop back or your ass dropped, black
'Cause lay you on your back fast
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in black ass

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

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

Show niggas you the biggest boss
And ain't no slipping stopping the just popping
a clip and them niggas off
Cause see life ain't but just riches to me
Getting high my partners and bitches to see

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

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

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

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

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 me the bomb sack
And watch me with a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the space

But ain't no stopping fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand,
Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fair
Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a
And I'm always using my dick 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 we don't have to stay silent
searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man

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

it, it's just another nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the nigga
Bloodshed is I see in the nighttime
Strange and deranged, I in my right mind

I can't relate, I'm stuck in a state
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 clique

Some lunatics, and we known to shit
A terrorist, I ain't been a role model
Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the bottle
And I even like fucking with no alcohol
But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for

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

I'm dangerous, and I even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad
I'm a mack that's from 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit

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

Some people ask me why I crimes there 'em a scratch
But I'm black and I'm trapped and I turn back
I was as a cruel kid
Because the taught me
More than these fake-ass did

I tried the education system but I it
So now I'm in the goddamn game and stop it
And I'm a threat to authority
Make the police sweat they check this wreckless minority

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

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

Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot
slugs just to make it
I'm in the game and it's real and a can't fake it
I know sad what I'm doing
And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a

you think you got the shit in?
You gotta get in where you fit in,
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