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another intro (for a hoe) - dj sound lyrics

[chorus: dj sound & lil bay]

[verse 1: lil bay]
it’s a motherf*ckin’ intro, don’t you know, lil bay back up in this b*tch
cl!cked up, strapped up, flat foot tryna get rich
n*ggas out here claimin’ that they comin’ hard, but they don’t know n*ggas doin’ this sh*t for a job
tryna gain fortune and respect, breakin’ n*ggas neck
take it in, sucker, bet you’ll only please your f*ckin’ friend
talkin’ ’bout some player type, n*gga, get your sh*t right
talk about some sh*t that you didn’t done and you just might
get somebody to listen at what you say, not just your music
’cause the sh*t you sayin’ is so d*mn confusin’
back up off the set ’cause it’s some real n*ggas in front of you
closer to the labels, so you b*tches stay up undеr
n*ggas, better watch out for the cl!ck, ‘causе this sh*t is thick as h*ll, for
spittin’ that fly sh*t and it’s above you, boy, i slap ya
get back in that room and try to come with some dope sh*t
before you lose your next body to the f*ckin’ cl!ck
[bridge: dj sound]

[verse 2: mad maine]
kickin’ it with my n*gga sound, smoke flyin’ out my mouth
player sh*t, frayser sh*t, that’s what pimpin’s all about
much clout goes out to my n*ggas in the cl!ck
real pimp n*ggas, that’ll swerve, mane, on any trick
dirty red in this b*tch, scopin’ with my n*gga bay
d, in this motherf*cker, chiefed out, everyday
real n*ggas, not no lames
gang to be insane when a sucker n*gga step with ana and a pistol, mane
still we ran over buster n*ggas that’s beneath our feet
tryin’ to be hard but my n*ggas know they ass is weak
see, i be real ’bout my sh*t, ain’t no time for fakin’
if you traitin’ hard, that’s a very, very big mistake
raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
if you steppin’ wrong, i’ma gon’ put your head to rest
but instead, raise your head, dread, that you’s testin’ cl!ck
kickin’ it with my n*gga sound, down with this gangster sh*t

[bridge: dj sound]

[verse 3: n*gga creep]
i*n*t*r*o, it’s the f*ckin’ intro
comin’ to you n*ggas in the motherf*ckin ’94
bumpin’ [?] it’s comin’ through your eardrums
nig’, you better run, run, ’cause n*gga creep is quick to come
rappin’ on some of these death*ass beats sound has made for the streets
if you think you can hang with it, trick, you better get this sh*t
back in the days, buster been broke, n*gga, demons, and that dope
pick over a penny and pay for none, i’m writin’ raps to you hoes
but it did not start like this, it had took a little time
write it up and write it over, just to make a better rhyme
many years i had passed, now i’m out to make a blast
dj sound gonna hook me up and helped me make some big ass cash
n*i, double g*a, c*r, double e, and p
step back, motherf*cker, ’cause you now just heard a n*gga creep
so to all you silly suckers, get your business straight
because this is the intro on the motherf*ckin’ volume eight
[verse 4: d tha unknown & dj sound]
d, the n*gga that creep at night, kicked in your front door
intro, listen to this sh*t, this is the real show
pop, pop, talk to much, you need to sit your ass down
frown, clown, scarin’ yourself, these tricks they tryna cl!ck on sound
dj sound, boom, trick, this is the real sh*t, my nine, nevermind
leave folks straight, tryin’ to b*tch up on the real cl!ck
d, smoke a junt, keep talkin’ that sh*t, punk*ho
sound, what’s up?
close that motherf*ckin’ door

[chorus: dj sound]

- dj sound lyrics

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