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conflicted - snoop dogg lyrics

conflicted lyrics
[chorus: nas & snoop dogg]
if god for me, who could be against me?
i guess all them n*ggas that’s against me
they the ones stirrin’ up the conflict
then try to make it out like i’m conflicted
b*tches
east coast n*ggas in six*fours hittin’ switches (sh*t)
it’s not a conflict of interest
cuh, them n*ggas with the business
west coast n*ggas rockin’ them timberlands deep up in them trenches
it’s no difference

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
neither one play games when swingin’ for them fences
we want the finer things, the sh*t that’s еxpensive
the sh*t that hit ‘еm either close range or at a distance
if god for me, n*gga, why bother?
i got my game from the godfather (woof)
top of the food chain, rock bottom
and handled my business when it was my problem
g sh*t, n*gga flossin’ with a gold chain
i got my turkish rope with matchin’ gold fangs
bomber jacker in the winter, it’s a cold game
i met some east coast n*ggas up in spokane (what up?)
some of the realest n*ggas in this dope game
i got my curly top, lookin’ like special ed
clean fade on the side, bumpin’ that redhead
clean tags when i ride, duckin’ the fed*feds
east coast n*ggas, they get that bread*bread
you f*ck with them n*ggas, you end up dead*dead
them west coast n*ggas, they leave that lead spread
and now you got bullets all in your dread head
[chorus: nas & snoop dogg]
if god for me, who could be against me?
i guess all them n*ggas that’s against me
they the ones stirrin’ up the conflict
then try to make it out like i’m conflicted
b*tches
still tryna f*ck the riches
east coast n*ggas in six*fours hittin’ switches (sh*t)
it’s not a conflict of interest
cuh, them n*ggas with the business
west coast n*ggas rockin’ them timberlands deep up in them trenches
it’s no difference

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
fourth and inches
i’m finna hit a l!ck and handle business
i got a down b*tch, she real vicious
rock*a*bye baby, no witness
this is not even a conflict
you n*ggas on nonsense
n*ggas die the same way in brooklyn and compton
but n*ggas with that gang*gang, them n*ggas make a profit
n*ggas on top, n*ggas stay poppin’
look, see, i was the high school sl!ck rick, i was stylin’
fat gold chain with an african medallion
hip*hop connoisseur and rollin’ 20 crippin’
rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent
all about the clout and all about my dividends
them older n*ggas couldn’t tell me different
i need a ’round the way girl to let me stick it in
showtime at the apollo
i’m drinking oe up out the bottle
take two swigs and pour out a little liquor for my n*ggas who won’t live to see tomorrow
[chorus: nas]
if god for me, who could be against me?
i guess all them n*ggas that’s against me
they the ones stirrin’ up the conflict
then try to make it out like i’m conflicted

- snoop dogg lyrics

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