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 that motherfucker MC
Uh, whatever that name is
Man, we got a crew, we got motherfuckers over here
for real, eat pussy on records and shit

That shit what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like Short motherfucker, you what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,

Get in you fit in, fool
You was a up at the high school
Now hardcore 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 ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just your place
So back on the grind and catch no case

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

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

And I stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap can see
Dangerous Crew got the beats

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

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

We stole all your money, and all your
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 been shit 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 dangerous don't him
He'll tell a lie almost every other
I'm like Bennett, I in it
Go on with your rap attack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't be shit when old, nigga fuck a goal
You be somebody, I tell 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, these motherfuckers now
And don't be and mad we doing shit
'Cause I give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't relate, I'm in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my
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 been a role model
I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't like fucking with no alcohol
But I'll snatch a joint, and get out for y'all

lit, never having 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 even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce a bad check
'Cause I'm a mack that's from 8900,
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and ruling shit

Fool don't understand all the that goes on up in this nigga's head
From the hood come if you but you might end up dead
See sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and cash is what 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 than these schools did

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

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

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

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

Nigga you you got the shit in?
You gotta get in where you fit in,
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass