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tinyloc freestyle pt 4 - x4 lyrics

keep on poppin (?) n*gga crippin
even if the weird homie get popped i’m trippin
f*ck a n*gga b*tch take her to the dark
chase him down and get right wit him i hit my mark
told that n*gga where by myself i’m a do my part
when i hit the kennel i went hard you can check my chart
screamin you a trophy takin picture with well known marks
told him keep the gang out his mouth cuz he been was a mark
n*gga you ain’t really from the gang
tiny slap him take his chain
told the b*tch get on her knees and do her thang
yeah n*ggas get slapped for actin strange
other side spooked to hang cuz it ain’t safe
hmm we gone come and put em in they place
slid through caught 2 closed case
don’t ask me where i’m from cuz the gang up on my face
n*gga always screamin he important but he ain’t
the other side just put on 2 n*ggas let’s erase em
told the homie quit cryin over hoes we’ll replace em
and how a n*gga mad at me cuz his main b*tch ate the d*ck
where a n*gga really bang a gang yah i’m made for this
how a n*gga bang the game for years get paid to snitch
i’m the type a n*gga hit a 3 on some laker sh*t
you the type of n*gga slide through pump fakin and sh*t
we gone bounce out and walk him down with the blic and sh*t
we gone put the opp in a wood and smoke that b*tch
b*tch better not try to set me up or i’m smokin that b*tch
walked in the county jail tanks and did my sh*t
i’m the most important tinyloc i’ll f*ck your b*tch
if i make one phone call sh*t might get vicious
told the homie let me out right here i’m a handle my business
b*tch keep tryna kick me out the p*ssy i’m not even finished
why the opps keep poppin on the net and they know they not with it
hmm now they done started something
pullin up and sparkin something
i’m pullin out demarcus cousins
f*ck around and k!ll yo cousin
n*gga i’m like 1 for nothing
mini mac just started blastin
i ain’t even ask what happened
i’m not givin any passes
i’m not cappin i don’t even f*ck with maggots
i’ll do them n*ggas tragic
i’ll let them n*ggas have it
i’ll f*ck around and slap em
f*ck around and grab em by they neck and choke slam em
51st street dudes ain’t got no slappers
f*ck around and creep up on the front and back and back slap em
and don’t tell me where you from because it don’t matter
you can tuck your chains all you want we still gone grab em
ball up all you want i’m still gone slap you
even if yall come and k!ll a smoker we goin bananas
met a opp in jail when he get out i’m still gone clap him
cuz he still a b*tch and you still a snitch
and i’m a thirsty crip n*ggas get k!lled every day better mind yo business
4 years ain’t change sh*t b*tch i’m still with it
stop sayin you spinned with the switch cuz no you didn’t
b*tch said aye bae what you want for christmas
i just want a lawyer so that n*gga handle all the k!llings

- x4 lyrics

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