Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that rapper
used to fuck with?

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

That shit ain't happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like Short motherfucker, you know what I'm
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 hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you wanna be me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(MC)

(The gangsta)
never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

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

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

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

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

You like shit?
(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 hang with this shit
Nigga, we got niggas way tighter you man
You old wanna be me, nigga
Come with some real niggas East Oakland, nigga

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

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

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

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

Yep, that's life 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 play the fucking role

Don't be shit when 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 motherfuckers now
And don't be jealous and mad we doing
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm from the clique

You wanna follow in my footsteps, put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to
I'm to tell 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
Ready to drop any sucker on
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 and the brothers space

But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a
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 a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
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 advocate
Talking shit to the world 'cause we don't to stay silent
Steady for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man

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

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

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

Some lunatics, and we to ruin shit
A terrorist, I never been a role model
I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't even like 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, grabbing my
And if your clique talking shit, 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 watch you bounce a bad check
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 nigga's
From the come if you would but you might end up dead
See sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is it's about

people ask me why I commit crimes there 'em a scratch
But I'm black and I'm and I can't turn back
I was as a cruel kid
Because the taught me
More than these fake-ass did

I tried the education but I dropped it
So now I'm in the goddamn game and stop it
And I'm a threat to authority
Make the police sweat when check 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 addicted to dirty money, cars, and fine hoes
On the drink day like winos
And sometimes I be up off the blunt

So I packs a for the punks who wanna try for their 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 up on the block 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 real and a can't fake it
I know it's sad what I'm
And I give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley 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 pocket, punk-ass bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew,
You to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass bitch