Da Repercussions lyrics

by

Bun B


5-1...real sh*t n*gga

[Chorus]
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that

[Verse 1]
n*gga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullsh*t I'm in right now n*gga, I've been on it
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my n*ggas rollin' with heat
Y'all know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
n*ggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die

[Chorus]
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money n*gga? (yeah!), you thugged out? (yeah!)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest sh*t out this year (yeah!)
You bust your gun n*gga? (yeah!), you on the run n*gga? (yeah!)
You treat a grown man like he ya son, n*gga? (yeah!)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his n*gga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)
Look, n*ggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a n*gga silly, when I can squeeze the milly (shoot that sh*t)
A slug'll split a n*ggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera sh*t, the b*tch watch too much TV

[Chorus]
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
[Verse 3]
Aight you n*ggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap n*ggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap n*ggas die in they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh*t
You a 6 coupe n*gga, but you years behind
n*gga yours a 92, mine's a 99
You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shall up I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
If not you dumb f*ck, I just went over your head

[Chorus]
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You n*ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You n*ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all n*ggas want war, I got the MAC for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
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