Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that rapper
used to fuck with?

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

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

Get in you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the school
Now hardcore 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 just your place
So back on the and don't catch no case

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

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

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

And I stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this shit to ride to
And rap crews can see
Crew got the funky beats

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

You outta pocket trying to with my crew
You might of just learned, but it nothing new
happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get by dangerous music?

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

(MC)

(The gangsta)
Would've never been without the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

Now he's play 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 tell a lie almost every other
I'm like Bennett, I in it
Go on your reject rap attack

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

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

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

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

Man, fuck that nigga
Man trying to with the dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang this shit
Nigga, we got niggas way than you man
You old be me, asshole nigga
Come 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 hella niggas get at
So you'd better pop back or ass getting dropped, black
niggas lay you on your back fast
So better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass

And let the whole clip
And let these 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
that shit don't even last long

Get a key an OG and get your fucking cash on
And if a nigga got grip, get your gank on
But if a nigga popping lip, get your on
ever go out like another sucker
You gotta show that you the baddest motherfucker

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

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

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

These didn't know?
Well, motherfuckers know now
And don't be and mad we doing 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 be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to tell you how a player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so quit asking me
I never listened and used to in back of the church

the Max is my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to any sucker on contact
You keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to another
I live on the and the Feds and the brothers space

But ain't no this fool, I'm on a rampage
out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break
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 cause I'm slick a fly bitch

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

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

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

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

lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, I ain't never a role model
Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole
And I don't even like fucking 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 clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm a
The nine to spine, now your ass is paralyzed

I'm dangerous, and I ain't mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce a bad check
'Cause I'm a that's 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 but you might end up dead
See these Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and cash is what it's about

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

I the education system but I dropped it
So now I'm in the goddamn and can't 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
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 winos
And sometimes I be up off the blunt

So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for stunt
'Cause I never 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 as I create a be a hot spot
Pushing slugs just to it
I'm in the game and it's real and a can't fake it
I it's 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
motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass