HHA...quick 1:30....dissin
Was Good People. Reppin The 215 Philly!..Holla At Ya Boy
Lyrics
thinking that ur fucking wit me u must be outta your mind
i come around wit the nine and clap at ya spine
its no gun talk, or gangster shit, im tellin the truth
if u fuckin wit this dude, then u garnartee to lose
must be out ya mind standing against me alone
for ransom ill have u E.T his family and phone home
get my guap up, stick and rob ya, verses letaL LIKE BIG POPPA
im the mother fuckin showstoppa-
but enought wit the talk about me
and go back ta how hes getting merked by a free
off the dome shit jayemm got the chrome gripped
and id watch what u say before ya home hit
i stay at home lit
i be getting fucked up
you be getting fucked up
bc ur beat the fuck up
he set this up and hoped i didnt respond back
now im taken out spec's like discharging contacts
driving around wreckless hell get hit real bad
and watch him crash real hard on hip hop ave
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