Don’t 4Get lyrics

by

Diddy


[Chorus: 8Ball]
We run this sh*t
And we don't give a f*ck who you be run-nin with
So don't forget

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Gotta keep it.. gangsta
How many of y'all know a real gangsta?
Cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up
At the ATM machine, in yo' Lexus
You must be on that dust wanna come test us
My fam is monsters like my name Fester's
One deep but yo I got eighteen guns
Thirty-six clips, two for each one
Ride out, bet a n*gga use at least one
Uzi out the sunroof, b*tch you betta run
I roll wit them boys out the 9-0-1
7-1-3 to the 2-8-1
You hate one n*gga like me so
I keep 32's 38's 44's
I speak for myself no cliques no gang
I rap but a n*gga will clap them thangs

[Chorus: 8Ball]
We run this sh*t
And we don't give a f*ck who you be run-nin with
So don't forget
[Verse 2: Dorasel]
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Yeah..
Aiyyo, I'm bout to getchu n*ggas open (open)
Me and my b*tch drunk as hell, steady smokin (smokin)
Pass it to ya moms in the backseat, she chokin (chokin)
Dippin through the toll booth n*gga with no token
Pedal to the metal, hooptie hit the blocks and
Shorty shootin yellow paintballs at the cops sh*t
White kids parents in the front yards is watchin
Actin like The Beatles is here, givin me props and *clapping*
I'm half-naked in the car with my boots on
Tanned it out, passin the hunnies, gettin my woof on
Think I won't f*ck a fat b*tch, ya dead wrong
You pretty yellow b*tches is gettin the head song *slurping*
Wantchu to hump wit it
Workin it like ya doin Tae-Bo and use ya tongue wit it
When dawg get my bricks, we jump in the six
Old school, porno flicks, Walter D in the mix (di*k walk)
Dunns with more guns than Pun shot uhh
Dorasel blow more C's than one crop
Catchin a case, you f*ckin wit me
Now who want it with these dirty n*ggas, Ball and G?

[Chorus: 8Ball]
We run this sh*t
And we don't give a f*ck who you be run-nin with
So don't forget
[Verse 3: Thorough]
First of all, know this, I ain't a new n*gga
So don't act surprised when I come and do n*ggas
Made ya crew give up, somebody say "uncle"
Slumped him over slow with the rifle let one go
Uncomfortable, bleedin bad, and turnin blue
That's the way me and my n*ggas like to leave you
We true gangstaz, equipped with the guns and drugs
Mean mugs, actin bad just because
That's how it does and ya damn sure gon' respect it
Get K.O.ed like Tekken or took out with the tec and
Ya best bet is to invest in a body suit
And be well-protected, when we come through
Screw .22's we got military issued
High powered artillery, to come and get you
And you gon' get Godful with that punk sh*t
Nah you ain't slick trick you just forgot who runs dis

[Chorus: 8Ball]
We run this sh*t
And we don't give a f*ck who you be run-nin with
So don't forget

[Outro: 8Ball]
Yeah.. sendin this sh*t out
Sendin this sh*t out, to all my real gangsta-ass n*ggas
Yaknahmsayin.. all my homeboyz that's straight keepin it gangsta
Yaknahmtalkinbout?
Rest in peace n*ggas, these n*ggas is sissies
These n*ggas is hoes.. these n*ggas is b*tches
You n*ggas is undercover booty bandits
You n*ggas is FAKE, you n*ggas is way unreal, yaknahmsayin
Fake-ass n*ggas, out here playin games and sh*t
n*ggas is hoes, doin that hoe-ass sh*t
Yeah.. n*ggas ain't done nuttin
n*ggas ain't gon' do nuttin, get the f*ck outta here
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