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the resurrection (the game diss) - 40 glocc lyrics

[intro: junior reid & 40 glocc]
(infa*infamous)
yeah, n*gga!
(g*unit!)

f*ck 40 glocc, huh?

you b*tch ass n*gga you ain’t say f*ck 40 glocc (yeah, hahah) when i was in your motherf*ckin’ crib, n*gga!
you ain’t say f*ck 40 glocc then, n*gga!
what it do, n*gga?!

i’ma show y’all the real crips get down!

[verse: 40 glocc]
the west coast is back at ’em, flashin’ a mac at ’em
bust two out the acura, call me the black dragon
flippin’ birds like spatulas with crack, i’m spectacular
you clap, i clap back at cha, blaat, that’s the passenger
how the f*ck i’ma leave and i barley (yeah, hahah) came
this the resurrection, n*ggas adding fuel to my flame
my dedication rep thе hood, mash for the game
catch you and your n*gga slippin’ and sn*tch off your chain
i’m a two [?] tommy tucker (tommy tuck)
stick a d*ck in yo momma stomach, 40 a mothеrf*cker (hahaha)
big bad 4*0, now the streets is talkin’, hit ’em up with sign language now them heats is talkin’
this faucet’s gotta leak, get the (yeah, hahah) coffins ready
plug him full a holes and his followers wit him
he six fo, swingin’ from the b*lls of 50
the new face of l.a., more b*tch than whitney
i used to whistle for the homies now i’m like “aight cuzz”
run him off the road, knock a hole in them dubs
the b*lls is big, so is the buzz,
we could lock up, head up, tit (yeah, hahah) for tat
the west ain’t never left, how you bring it back?
only b*tch ass n*ggas cover over they tats, and wake up out of comas with no get back

and tear this p*ssy, a whole new assh0l*
he talk mo’ sh*t then his ass can hold
ask bishop lamont, or glasses malone
even eses said “i wanna see like homes” (yeah, hahah)
in the hood gettin’ blunted, get my c*walk on
you wanna get your flame on? i heat you up
on [?] city [?] i beat you up
f*ck you and your label, (what set you claim?)
i diss that too if you was ready to bang
he playin’ [?] games, let the games begin
i bring him the choppers, (game over!) all you see is
[chorus: junior reid & 40 glocc]
(yeah, hahah) ([?] [?] this n*gga ain’t a real), (i’m finna k!ll me one), (i know some real), (n*gga this crip), (yeah, hahah),

- 40 glocc lyrics

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