n*gga f*ckit lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Hook: Yung Ro - 4x]
Well n*gga f*ck it (n*gga f*ck it)
n*gga f*ck it (n*gga f*ck it)
If you mad so what, well n*gga f*ck it (n*gga f*ck it)

[Big Pokey]
f*ck it, I'm agg'd and tripping with this heater
I'm a Texas stampeder, M.O.B. ring leader
Crack fiend feeder, me and my n*ggas we hoggish
If you feel froggish, jump get bit by these walrus
When my bullets be flipping, n*ggas wings be ripping
When I unload the clip slipping, with seats unzipping
I'm a ditch digger, go rob and get rich n*gga
The M.O.B. in this b*tch n*gga, we yanking your card
b*tch n*ggas thinking they hard, but soft as a sponge
Don't make this twelve gauge barrel, cough at your lungs
I'm a mob boss handcuff her, or get your broad tossed
Kidnap her, then you gotta pay the mob cost
A bunch of these n*ggas lost, a bunch of these n*ggas lame
My assault rifles rain, and puncture these n*ggas brains
Uncut cocaine, you know me
Sensei S.U.C., M.O.B

[Hook - 4x]

[50/50 Twin]
I don't Crip Walk, but I could make a person walk in cripple
Get out of line, 50/50 haul off and kill you
Tats on my flesh why, cause I'm a raw civilian
A hater wanna be fly, I throw him off a building
I ain't the club type, but if I go and plex follow
I buy the whole bar, and start throwing Moet bottles
Halfway home you get shot up, by my smoking wet partnas
I pull up like a mob boss, and choke your neck partna
When it come to these hoes, you already know
I keep they knees on the flo', let 'em swallow it and go
Taking flights for a show, I tape all my chicks with snow
I'm no Mr. Rogers rapper, I'm raw with this fa sho
f*ck insurance, a gat gotta come with my car
Come out at night like a vampire, bats might jump out my car
I kick my name out your mouth, then start stomping your jaw
If you looking for 50/50 black, come to that Nawf
[Hook - 6x]
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