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U Would If U Could - текст песни



U Would If U Could


I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash


Bitch, whats happenin


Start shit but dont take it


Pull it out, put it on your ass


Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year


But I ain't gonna have it


Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record


And the bitch aint got no cabbage


Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture


Dont think you can put out whateva you want


And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha


Imma find out where ya hang at


Where ya old lady live and what time you be there


Go scope out ya ride


Follow ya to work and bring that heat


Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool


Monkey see, monkey do nigga


So you cant be the man right chea too


Theres none afta this


Not anotha livin M.C. as hazardous


And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous


Keep em off my back


Wheneva they comin I bring that double


In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love


Its gonna be trouble


These niggaz here get ya name bent


Washed up anybody yall sent


Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line


I put em in they place every time they nut up


Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies


Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up


Get up! Come here!


Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here


Im four and none here


Dont have me to bring up the shit I've done here


Reach blazin temperatures


So please come wit ya sun gear


Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here


Serious look on my face


And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists


These niggaz dont want my trouble


But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit








(Tryna sound like me)


U would if U could nigga


U would if U could


(Tryna be like me)


U would if U could nigga


U would if U could nigga


(You wanna do what I do?)


U would if U could nigga


U would if U could nigga


(You wanna take my style?)


U would if U could nigga


U would, but U cant, so U aint!





From the moment that i slid in the door


They know I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor


But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore


Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with


If you jump in the water


Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin


And if you eva fuck with what I be recording


Imma flush you down the toilet


And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike


Imma throw you in the gutter


I cant be scared these niggaz


And they disrespect me cuz im from New Orleans


We dont play that shit


When these niggaz and they really want me to get started


Make it painful cuz I dont think so


I be bustin til I cant


Thats what I where that tank for


Hittin with the speed of Roy Jones Jr.


And the strength of Iron Mike Tyson


Triflin, exciting, well precise


And I gotta let em know that I still been right


You talk on me strong


Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry


Count if you wanna


Hope you think cuz you little I wont jump on ya


You betta remember that


When you be droppin that bullshit


You lucky I'm in a good mood right now


But I'm lettin you know how it could get


If I was the preacher


Yall niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit


If I was you I'd leave me alone


Cuz bitch I aint nothin to fool with


But if it is on ya mind


You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it


I get so vivid


I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if I could


You understand my platinum


Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks


No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack


I'll fuck over you, yea


I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass


Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad



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