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mad house - detroit rap news lyrics

[intro: projectboy huncho]
(michigan made me)
uh
i ain’t gon’ play with you
ayy

[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n*gga, i’ma crash out (i’ma lose it), n*gga (n*gga)
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b*tch down ’til she tap out, n*gga (uh*huh)
young n*gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out
you don’t know me, i’m the n*gga you should ask ’bout, n*gga
i ain’t got it all, they should put me in a mad house
it’s funny ’til a lil’ n*gga get fapped down
he was actin’ like a k!ller, don’t be sad now

[verse 1: projectboy huncho]
n*gga tryna scr*p with me, that might just be his last fight (oh well)
n*gga, i can’t leave the crib until that bag right
all my n*ggas get it in, we live a fast life
you see my k!llers spin the bend, that’s a bad sight
got a new b*tch ’cause my new b*tch ain’t act right
f*ck a lot of hoes, this ain’t the same b*tch from last night
no velcro but n*ggas know i keep that strap tight
i probably still was a real n*gga in my past lifе
n*ggas see me out in public and they b*tch up
like frеdo bang, b*tch, you know i’m shootin’ ’til the clip up (uh*huh)
n*ggas can’t knock me off my pivot, i can’t slip up (at all)
n*ggas was b*tches, i’m confused, where y’all get tough? (get tough)
f*ck it, that ain’t my problem
them the type of n*ggas b*tch up when they got problems
it ain’t hard to be yourself if you not ’bout it
let everybody know you soft and you don’t like violence
b*tch, that ass fat, let me feel it (uh*huh)
oh, you say you got that wap? let me hit it (uh*huh)
ain’t no liquor, b*tch, this wock’ what i’m sippin’
zero toleration, get you dropped for the dissin’
if i’m out of town, i could get you dropped from a distance
if i’m not, you gon’ catch me on the block with the k!llers (n*gga)
big ape sh*t, i’m only rockin’ with gorillas
if my mans switch up, i gotta crop him out the picture (ayy)
[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n*gga, i’ma crash out (i’ma lose it), n*gga (n*gga)
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b*tch down ’til she tap out, n*gga (uh*huh)
young n*gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out
you don’t know me, i’m the n*gga you should ask ’bout, n*gga
i ain’t got it all, they should put me in a mad house
it’s funny ’til a lil’ n*gga get fapped down (uh)
he was actin’ like a k!ller, don’t be sad now (boy)

[verse 2: projectboy huncho]
can’t leave out the crib ‘less it’s money on the floor
i can’t get in with them sticks, then i ain’t comin’ to the show
n*ggas claim they on my head, then what you runnin’ from me for?
filthy clip up in the stick look like an onion on that ho
don’t know what n*ggas on, i’m steady clutchin’ on my pole
the reason n*ggas mad ’cause i be f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes
brodie got the hottest route, yeah, he be f*ckin’ up that road
five wise known to get it gone runnin’ through that load
keep it real, ain’t no p*ssy n*ggas smokin’ me (at all)
when you hear that “uh*huh”, b*tch, you know it’s me
n*ggas sayin’ they ain’t scared, that’s what you showin’ me
stop stayin’ you gon’ k!ll me and you not, that sh*t be blowin’ me (cut that sh*t out)
say it’s up, then it’s stuck like get it crackin’
my b*tch a freak, but in the streets, she keep it classic
you ain’t smokin’ dead n*ggas, you can’t match me
n*ggas tough as h*ll until they body in a casket (ayy)
[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n*gga, i’ma crash out, n*gga
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b*tch down ’til she tap out, n*gga (uh*huh)
young n*gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out

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