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Catch You lyrics
Chorus: Nefarious (4Xs)
Catch ya wit yo pants
Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin
Don t matter what you saw, death is what you reepin
[Lynch]
I remain real like my cousin E-Mil
Packin steel
It s the Southside whorida
Can t fuck wit these othasidas
Eastside, Westside
This situation is dirty like chopped up nation
So I stay wit the best side
Nigga let s ride (Fuck that!!)
I stay solo like a black cat
Fuck a bad wrap
I seen it happen to my cousin
I m like the Dirty Dozen
Wrapped up in buns
??He said he was buzzin??
But you know he wasn t
Cause if life was free I would say fuck money
You can douse me in monkey blood
Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me
You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga
Cut yo shit off like smud nigga
I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas
And wit a passion and keep smashin
Get away before the task bend the corner
On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue
Wit the German issue
Now yo family gone have to miss you
I m sicker than racism
It s everybody killa
Hit you wit the fully issue
Like PG&E lit you
See me in 3D git you
Hit em up git rid of
Did em up like dirty draws
He was a jealous mothafucka
As the story was told 29 years old
350 Gs in the bank but nobody knows
I guess it s just that season I thank
When niggas be hos
Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos
Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes
Razorbladed Grove
Chorus [4Xs]:
[Cocain]
I mma catch you wit yo pants down
Since you was talkin that shit
You was hard on the Boulevard
Now I mma buck this clip
On your self I make you shit
When antagonized if you don t realize
You must be the type that like surprise
I ll rise out the hood on chrome skates
Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day
Throwin it at me wit no debate (none)
But I ain t the one to be trustin em
Ain t finna get me for rape
Punk bitch tried to hand me a case
Until I dropped her on her face
Bitch!! Take that shit and skate
I ride wit these realas
These niggas ain t neva fake
Dope dealas and killas
Whateva product could lace
One time I always shake
See I m hella fast on that ass get away clean
Most of the time count on the cash
Hata niggas I bake em
Playa nigga I make em
Major figgas my mind is up on
Gold diggas I ll shake em
I m that real nigga that real figga
That real nigga from the fake
Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga
And they always tend to shake
Crossed me at one time
And I told you I ll be buckin at your wake
Cause when I tell yo ass one time it s all it takes
How many rhymes i mma have tell a cat
Bitch I ain t fake
Betta listen to the Money Hungry album shit it s money to make
And when it s money to be makin
That mean it s money to be takin
So watch yo back cause I mma be in all black theivin like Gary Payton
Chorus [4Xs]:
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