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Slump on High Remix
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jus me nigga. fuccin around and havin fun
wus rilly my cuzz dis yo nigga Yung Rott Tha Unfadeable strait outta NH Cuzz...NHGC Character Mobb Shit cuzz....tha nutty north. mayne i spit wit different styles. i get u crunk, hyphy, in yo blacc or yo white-t, shoulder lean, go dumb, c walk till yo toes numb cuzzin. yeadaat nigga. get at me loc
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #9,937
Peak in subgenre #1,481
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November 04, 2006
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MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:20
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opening skit chorus verse 1 (eazy-e) verse 2 (yung rott - freestyle) chorus verse 3 (twista) chorus verse 4 (yung rott) yung hyphy nigga, cumin up outta da highside on dat drive by/ witta a minni mac 10 buccin, destuction dumpin on niggaz dat aint on my side/ i'm high, so my aim may not be perfect/ but im hatin deez niggaz so much dat if a bystanders catch some stray den its worth it/ ima make da earth split, nigga if i got 2/ 2 kill deez niggaz, jus 2 make sho dat i got you/ turnin every nigga dat reppin dat dead into fossles/ got hella niggaz followin me, listenen 2 my every word like i was a fuccin apostle/ so come at a nigga and try it/ my niggaz'll get u mo wet, dan oprah pussy/ when she starin at a box fulla of double chololate chip cookies/ if a nigga want sum get bacc, ima sink him a again/ bucc a nigga guts on da flo, cuz you wasnt thnkin my freind/ funkin wit us in our own hud, u survive as long as a fink in tha pen/ aint nowere 2 hide, cuz i got niggaz who skin darker dan ink in a pen/ dey'll sneak up on you at nightfall, and light yall/ ass up, witta blacc gun cuz we dont like yall/ wit dat blacc hoodie, blacc jeans and dat blacc t/ and when da popo decide 2 show up, dere aint no way dan can catch me/ cuzz im outty, like an ugly ass belly button/ niggaz keep tellin me 2 watch my bacc, but my momma cant even tell me nuttin/ my niggaz'll be on a hater faster den a horny pit, when you enter da door/ when i wake in tha mornin aint nuttin better dan da sent of a war/ im ridin wit it, so u got every reason in tha book, 2 fear me ho/ i'll put mo holes in a nigga den a fuccin bowl of cheerios/ yall ho niggaz is faker dan tupac's autopsy/ (dat nigga dead) and i dont fear no mofucca but da Lord cuz i kno dat God and da da mobb got me/ (chorus) closing skit
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