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tha jaccin - duce's wild lyrics

[intro: duce’s wild/n*ggas off the street]
the motherf*ckin’ saga continues

awwhhhh yeah
we got east coast in the m*th*f*ckin’ house
(westside harlem crip in ‘da place!)
we got big duce from 6*duece in this m*th*f*ckin’ c*year
we got rolla coasta in full effect, n*gga!
we got lynwood m*th*f*ckin’ mafia in the house
(you got that right!)
yeahh, let the harlems speak for they m*th*f*ckin’ self, ayo keke tell whats happenin’ baby!

yeah, i’m lil keke*

comin’ from a true blue

im’ma east coast locsta (this is how we doin’ when we checcin’ a grip)
im’ma east coast locsta (this is how wе doin’ when we checcin’ a grip)
im’ma east coast locsta (this is how wе doin’ when we checcin’ a grip)
im’ma east coast locsta (this is how we doin’ when we checcin’ a grip)

and now: since you d*cked him out of his endz

heres what the f*ck i’ve got for ya:

[verse 1: duce’s wild]
i know the [?] good
the n*ggas off the street crew
everybody yellin’ “comin from a true blue”
they play it so much it makes me sick
’cause i hate the m*th*f*ckaz who got [d*cked?]
over some endz. so you sayin’ f*ck yo cousins, f*ck yo friends?
you went and got a deal, with the 6*pack n*gga, oh this n*ggas real
m*th*f*ckas who’s crippin’ the most? tryna claim the 6*pack? n*gga you ain’t from the coast!
you played us like a trick, me, greedy g, jam n’ jay, snoop, and lunaticc
tryna sing the same song, (i ain’t get paid either)
you fall from right to wrong, you bought another car
we ain’t dumb m*th*f*cka, who in the h*ll do you think we are?
instead of tryna play ping*pong, lets gat that ass and make his head go “bing*bong”
to the homie lil’ squee, you know i love you cuzz, but you hurt me
and if you try to get closer, im’ma tell you m*th*f*ckas i’m an east coast locsta
i know where ya shackin’, you been watched m*th**f*cka
get ready for tha jaccin’
[hook]
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’

[verse 2: duce’s wild]
crippin’ with the [?], f*ckin’ all the homies from the t*v
you’re a bg tryna c an og
if i don’t get paid i tell ya somethin’, you’ll get beat down like it ain’t nothin’
get ready for the thrillin’
you’re my cousin m*th*f*cka so i can’t do no k!llin’s
sticks and stones might break your bones, but these knuckles gonna hurt ya
tryna c a crip, always saggin’, talkin’ that you rap with the face of a dragon
tryna run again, tryna run again, tryna run again, and again, and again
anywhere you run, you know i’m gonna see ya
ridin’ through compton, hawthrone, watts or gardena
you a f*g with a big mouth, a lotta harlems didn’t know ya ’til the m*th*f*ckin’ tape came out
even 30’s in the pin didn’t know ya, we asked ’em if they knew lil’ keke they said “who?!”
you know its not drama, i put that 0*sixty*second street on my mama
it was all about trust, g, you turned around and f*cked us, n*gga you disgust me
no rubber wearin’ booka, hate to see you try diss, you lil’ booga’
i ain’t the one to be f*cked wit’, you betta’ call me daddy, ’cause n*gga you on punishment
but if i dont get paid we’re gonna see scr*ppin’, punk, get ready for tha jaccin’

[hook]
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’
i gotta diss lil’ keke, i gotta diss lil’ keke, i gotta diss lil’ keke (f*ck he owe me 10 dollas!)
and stretch his neck like a m*th*f*ckin’ slinky

[verse 3 duce’s wild]
keke be fiending, givin’ his money to a b*tch like its goin’ outta season
i’m talkin’ about a go*getter, you can pay a b*tch?
i wanna get paid, n*gga!
treatin’ us like cluckers, i’m gonna beat that ass transparent m*th*f*cka
and actin’ like it ain’t no thang, i’m gonna take your neck off and put it in a slang
and before its time to choke, i’m gonna pull ya head off, and p*ss down ya throat (ou*oooohh)
thinkin’ its gonna pass, you had a dream about chocolate, woke up with a spoon in ya ass
i wanna get paid, make a correction note, albino h0m*s*xual
ain’t none but a side bet, you betta’ start comin’ wit’ that ss side*check
blind as a bat, rusty as a nail, aim to the back [?] you’ll ever sell
i’m a n*gga talkin’ sh*t ya crew sayin “bet!”
when it comes to crip you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
f*cked up on the lower level, devil
you betta’ bring a shovel, get ready for tha jaccin’

[hook]
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’

[verse 4 duce’s wild]
f*ck n*ggas off the street, except all the homies down with squee bas’
when i ride past i just might laugh, i get along wit’ ya set and all ya crew
i tell ya what n*gga thats between (me and youu)
i can’t see ya’, i wouldn’t wanna be ya
im’ma do a f*g, beat that ass but i won’t leave ya
1 in the chin, i beg ya pardon, f*ck you all over ’til ya arteries harden
(so let’s go to lynwood)
sorry for the mistake, ya can’t go to lynwood ’cause the n*ggas can’t face ya
keep some for now, leave some for later, now, later, later alligator
supposed to be my cousin, actin’ like a perpetrator
you lost ya respect ’cause you up to no good
slob punks, and that b*tch dissin’ you and yo hood
(yeah, keke loco, ya a joke so let me laugh, ya soundin’ like a b*tch wit’cha non*rappin’ ass)
i know they wonder, what i got [?] a trick
oh yeah, blood means busta l!ckin’ on our d*ck, some of them are fruity booty as f*ck but its always f*ggots
[?] maggot
we can squab up on the block, [?] dozen
my n*gga watchin’ yo back, you still my cousin
but you d*cked me cuzz, get ready for tha jaccin’
[hook]
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight jaccin’
straight* straight* straight jaccin’

- duces wild lyrics

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