Nicca I'm a ganagsta check the arminak the hood raised a young hustler true artifact
Never told never fold nigga harbor that
You say it's death before dishonor but you harbor rats
Ain't no propaganda really I'm just stating facts
My team been winning since the eighties nigga checc the stats
From the mission to the bitches even getting raccs
The truth hurts sad story ain't no hiding that
But you can make up all the lies that you want to
Pump up ya little puppies just to do the shit you won't do
You try to put a jaccets on me that will never fit you idolize me keep it real nicca ain't that it
Ha yo old ass really need to quit stop playing games before you get arthritis in ya rist
Cause I honestly I never heard about you shooting shit just a lot of pillow talking to niggas that think you a bitch
But I guess it's just ya sherm head ways you really thought you was the man in ya sherm head days
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Most these rap niggas artificial powdering they nose or prolly fuccing wit that Chrystal
You niggas is feins stop calling your self a artist you a smoker in these streets an your music lyrically garage
Spitting like I'm retarded keep gassing like I just farted
If I'm driving it then I bought it
That gangsta shit you ain't tought it
These rap niccas is frauds hiding behind they image realistically you a braud
That never been in the streets
An never ducced the police but every song you rap about you perpetrate to be a beast
Talking bout toting heats an holding court on the street
The story you making up is my life down to a T
Crippin since I was three they molding me to a beast
A nicca that never slip an stay wit extended clips
But now I'm chasing these chips and making use of my gifts I got a way wit these words same way as whipping the work flipping it bag it an pitch it
They missing me in the kitchen
I made all my kids towishing fuccing round wit them chiccens you playing while I was pitching
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niccas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Mr. White Dogg - Fame Lyrics
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Nicca I'm a ganagsta check the arminak the hood raised a young hustler true artifact
Never told never fold nigga harbor that
You say it's death before dishonor but you harbor rats
Ain't no propaganda really I'm just stating facts
My team been winning since the eighties nigga checc the stats
From the mission to the bitches even getting raccs
The truth hurts sad story ain't no hiding that
But you can make up all the lies that you want to
Pump up ya little puppies just to do the shit you won't do
You try to put a jaccets on me that will never fit you idolize me keep it real nicca ain't that it
Ha yo old ass really need to quit stop playing games before you get arthritis in ya rist
Cause I honestly I never heard about you shooting shit just a lot of pillow talking to niggas that think you a bitch
But I guess it's just ya sherm head ways you really thought you was the man in ya sherm head days
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Most these rap niggas artificial powdering they nose or prolly fuccing wit that Chrystal
You niggas is feins stop calling your self a artist you a smoker in these streets an your music lyrically garage
Spitting like I'm retarded keep gassing like I just farted
If I'm driving it then I bought it
That gangsta shit you ain't tought it
These rap niccas is frauds hiding behind they image realistically you a braud
That never been in the streets
An never ducced the police but every song you rap about you perpetrate to be a beast
Talking bout toting heats an holding court on the street
The story you making up is my life down to a T
Crippin since I was three they molding me to a beast
A nicca that never slip an stay wit extended clips
But now I'm chasing these chips and making use of my gifts I got a way wit these words same way as whipping the work flipping it bag it an pitch it
They missing me in the kitchen
I made all my kids towishing fuccing round wit them chiccens you playing while I was pitching
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niccas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Never told never fold nigga harbor that
You say it's death before dishonor but you harbor rats
Ain't no propaganda really I'm just stating facts
My team been winning since the eighties nigga checc the stats
From the mission to the bitches even getting raccs
The truth hurts sad story ain't no hiding that
But you can make up all the lies that you want to
Pump up ya little puppies just to do the shit you won't do
You try to put a jaccets on me that will never fit you idolize me keep it real nicca ain't that it
Ha yo old ass really need to quit stop playing games before you get arthritis in ya rist
Cause I honestly I never heard about you shooting shit just a lot of pillow talking to niggas that think you a bitch
But I guess it's just ya sherm head ways you really thought you was the man in ya sherm head days
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt f*ck wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Most these rap niggas artificial powdering they nose or prolly fuccing wit that Chrystal
You niggas is feins stop calling your self a artist you a smoker in these streets an your music lyrically garage
Spitting like I'm retarded keep gassing like I just farted
If I'm driving it then I bought it
That gangsta shit you ain't tought it
These rap niccas is frauds hiding behind they image realistically you a braud
That never been in the streets
An never ducced the police but every song you rap about you perpetrate to be a beast
Talking bout toting heats an holding court on the street
The story you making up is my life down to a T
Crippin since I was three they molding me to a beast
A nicca that never slip an stay wit extended clips
But now I'm chasing these chips and making use of my gifts I got a way wit these words same way as whipping the work flipping it bag it an pitch it
They missing me in the kitchen
I made all my kids towishing fuccing round wit them chiccens you playing while I was pitching
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niggas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
I dnt fucc wit a lotta niccas no
Faking like they love you when they really don't
The list go's on an on an on an on an on an on
Writer: KORY WHITE
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid