Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to other rapper
Y'all used to fuck

Man, we fucking with that fake motherfucker MC
Uh, whatever that name is
Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers over
Rapping for real, eat on records and shit

That ain't what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like Short motherfucker, you know what I'm
Dangerous Music got some 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, what you be me for?

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

Bitches, that's you always be
Like the other young bitches try to get with me
I run all up in it but ain't no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her

You probably her and dine her
And get when you can't find her
You're but a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park,

You'd better watch your
Before you get jacked by a 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 I never do
Is making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And rap crews can see
Crew got the funky beats

And when I see ya, and act like I know ya
I'm like 'cause I can show ya
Why is my so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, B, and Ant Banks

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

We stole all your money, and all your
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)
never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

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

Y'all can have him 'cause don't want him
He'll a lie almost every other minute
I'm Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with reject rap attack

You'll get from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't have no more
(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, the end?
(Bitch-ass nigga)

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

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

Man, that punk-ass nigga
Man trying to fuck the dangerous
Crew, nigga, you hang with this shit
Nigga, we got niggas way than you man
You old wanna be me, asshole
Come with real niggas from East Oakland, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

be shit 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
how it is in the Oaktown

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

You follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to you how a true player has to be
The comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me
I listened and used to cuss in back of the church

Bracking the Max is my birth, a gat on the turf
to drop any sucker on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to 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 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 my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch

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

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

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

I relate, I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Dog is my teammate
We, we a to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in trouble
Motherfucker, we the clique

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

lit, never having 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 ruling

Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's
From the hood come if you would but you might end up
See these sick-ass Oakland done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is 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 raised as a kid
Because the taught me
than these fake-ass schools did

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

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

So I packs a pump for the punks who try for their stunt
'Cause I would tell a hoe how I make my green
I cut my cream on an un so I be seen
And then I bump up on the and knock after knock

Watch the cop jock as I a be a hot spot
Pushing slugs to make it
I'm in the game and it's and a nigga 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 get in where you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck the crew, nigga
You to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass bitch