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t pain - ncg madmax lyrics

[intro]
uh..you know what the f*ck going on n*gga
murda worth sh*t, stop 6, truman street

[chorus]
f*ck a lil hoe can’t go out of my way
that n*gga scared, he a hoe, he a b*tch, better pray
got got a brand new opp, and a brand new chop
and i really got shooters locked up in green bay
and i living with a stripper like t*pain
come to the 6 baby block, get cremated
make a n*gga run real fast like a relay
car tailed out we gon spin like a dj
my n*ggas loco, stupid, r*t*rded
told on my cousin that’s how all this beef started
these n*ggas p*ssy, actin, they steve harvey
i’m in the stolo ridin around with like 340
i’m on the block everyday n*gga stop playin
md gon pull up with sticks like a rock band
i got a bad white hoe call her roxanne
go to the club and we sneakin the glocks in

[verse 1]
been walkin round the hood bangin bloods since seven
muggin too hard get you wrapped like a present
just like some paper you gon get your ass shredded
lil bro in the back with a new mac*11
i’m in the drop top ridin round with two felons
catch an opp n*gga at the light get a name known
in the trap 24/7 with the same co
friendly ass n*gga get robbed for your bankroll, p*ssy
[chorus]
f*ck a lil hoe can’t go out of my way
that n*gga scared, he a hoe, he a b*tch, better pray
got got a brand new opp, and a brand new chop
and i really got shooters locked up in green bay
and i living with a stripper like t*pain
come to the 6 baby block, get cremated
make a n*gga run real fast like a relay
car tailed out we gon spin like a dj
my n*ggas loco, stupid, r*t*rded
told on my cousin that’s how all this beef started
these n*ggas p*ssy, actin, they steve harvey
i’m in the stolo ridin around with like 340
i’m on the block everyday n*gga stop playin
md gon pull up with sticks like a rock band
i got a bad white hoe call her roxanne
go to the club and we sneakin the glocks in

[verse 2]
i’m on the block with dread heads, rasta
that my lil sootie he clenchin the chopper
don’t do the beefin and i’m tweakin the popper, when n*ggas on speakers i know they be lyin
say they want smoke and now a n*gga be a dyin
boy you a hoe i don’t f*ck with your kind
jt he gon blow i just pass him the iron
can’t see you n*ggas i’m legally blind
just beat the case i’m out i don’t buy
or tell the murda, been slangin that iron
just met with my lawyer he tell me it’s fine
give him the money he leave with a smile
i ain’t signin no offer, let’s take it to trial
been in the field with this sh*t like a cow
hop out of your bushes lay low like a opp
henny got stole then he buy her the ow
fixing to murder, lil bro waitin on call
i give him the word he gon shoot up the crowd
you and your gang gon fly in the cloud
i was in this jail eatin chow
fifty on food, man, saw me our account
used to be in southside your hoe jacking off
thuggin, real haitian, talk to the wall
got no visitation couldn’t even make a call
every night in my cell used to think bout my dawg
lose my life for my n*gga, i don’t care in he wrong
hop out, walk down, he got hit in his dome
he wrote that statement, i’m gettin him gone
that side on the k that b*tch ring like a phone
he flexin with bands i’m knowin he home
you a lil boy and my n*ggas they grown
we speaking the murder, we turn off the phones
[chorus]
f*ck a lil hoe can’t go out of my way
that n*gga scared, he a hoe, he a b*tch, better pray
got got a brand new opp, and a brand new chop
and i really got shooters locked up in green bay
and i living with a stripper like t*pain
come to the 6 baby block, get cremated
make a n*gga run real fast like a relay
car tailed out we gon spin like a dj

- ncg madmax lyrics

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