Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that other
Y'all used to fuck

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

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

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

Bitches, that's you always be
Like the other young 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 probably her and dine her
And get when you can't find her
nothing but a mark
I bet you get ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch

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

And I stop 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 like Missouri 'cause I can ya
Why is my shit so it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant

You outta pocket trying to with my crew
You might of just learned, but it ain't new
What happened to funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by music?

We all your money, and all your songs
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 shit without the Bad-Ass
(The punk)

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

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

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

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 that, nigga
You a

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

Man, fuck that punk-ass
Man trying to fuck with the
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with shit
Nigga, we got way tighter than you man
You old be me, asshole nigga
Come with some niggas from East Oakland, nigga

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

And let loose the clip
And let motherfuckers 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, school
Because that shit even last long

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

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

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

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

These didn't know?
Well, motherfuckers know now
And don't be and mad we doing shit
'Cause I don't 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 player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit me
I never 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 me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me with a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers

But no stopping 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 fight
with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
And I'm always using my dick I'm slick with a fly bitch

And ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hardhead niggas, yeah, we advocate
Talking shit to the world 'cause we have to stay silent
searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man

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

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

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

lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, I ain't never a role model
Nigga I grab the 40 and down the whole 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, grabbing my
And if your clique shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize
The nine to your spine, now your ass is

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

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

Some people ask me why I commit 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
More 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 threat to
Make the police when they check 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
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and 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
I would 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 block and knock 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 nigga fake it
I know sad what I'm doing
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 get in where you fit in, bitch
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 bitch