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#dreamordie music (mafia music 2 cover) - m.a.b. lyrics

[verse: m.a.b.]
this the first 48
young jeezy plus freddie equals a .38
tell em don’t pull it though
cuz i don’t wanna see him breathing thru a bullet hole
y’all full of it, man i been a student of che, bob, & ghandi
rolling lurking for mommys, tryna suck off my posse
tell the fezz we just kids tryna bust a nut
everybody here in college, why u tryna interrupt?
why u tryna bring me down while we steady comin up?
yea my drink is full of purple but don’t ask what’s in my cup
i got a health condition
all this stress in my life just got my mind missin
study for finals while i’m thinkin why my mom mission?!
my mind spinning i’m sinnin, yet i still hold breathe
you won’t find nothin so please go press somebody else
cuz i’m a modern n-gga
no whips, no chains, m-th-f-cka ima scholar n-gga
mister always make your girl wanna holla n-gga
her t-ts hard as the tips of that hallow n-gga
she rub my wood for good luck like i’m apollo n-gga
don’t make me wanna go ham go gwala n-gga
oh wait, she yo gurl, well why she follow n-ggas?
oh wait, she ur wife well why she swallow n-ggas?
all disrespect m-th-f-ck ya wife man!
dreamordie this the story of my life, d-mn!
my intros, a convo with 5-0
the outcomes, sum indo with nice hoes
no prob, never got a dope charge
in a dodge magnum, ironcally got a bl-w j-b
we just out there makin money right?
makin moves while steady picking honeys, right?
see i be out here writing rhymes for bout a hunned nights
which means i went and f-cked a hunned wives
real n-ggas gon relate
mister better not be slipping while he on a date
cuz i just might take her. maybe wake and bake her
miss anita baker
ooh if u a hater, i’mma see ya later
tired of the fakin, please stack up paper!
cuz i ain’t bout that broke like
made a budget off the brown not the c0ke life
though i know a lot a n-ggas that done chose white
and people who ain’t afraid to pull the chrome twice
i vowed to make it out whether as a felon
ima product a untold land that needs tellin
give a beat and i’m a k!ll it
y’all fraud i’m the realist
m-th-fcka ima menace
u can feel it u can smell it
u can hear it, u can tell that
i’m next, y’all wellin
y’all want and i’m at y’all t–th like a dentist
f-ck a doc, im the professor
the greatest of the lessor
h-ll yea ima teacher but could put u in a streatcher
pay attention to a lecture of a dope professor
check the gesture, live from the mecca, n-gga i’m home!

- m a b lyrics

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