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L8 Baby
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Tremz
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(Bang bang) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) This life turned me to a goblin I'm a young black man with a problem I'm way to stubborn to solve it I would rather grab the revolver (bang) If i don't want that pumpum, i'm gonna send that onto me soldier(ay laa) Wanna stab me in the back so i got two straps over me shoulders I should be chillin with businessmen but i'm hard on cracking me sofas If plod wanna kick off the band on door, we flush that. Hocus pocus Probation got me losing focus Head heart when I bought hoes and jokes Fought for a lift man out of his loafers (bap bang) n***as not bad like me, not ever Big foot 4 like trevor You might think you're sick or whatever But that's not gonna stop you getting peppered I'm from the jungle, you're from the shedder Payments are not sell crack any weather I ain't changing that little brother, little brother Young boy sluggin your mother Man wanna lock me up for me color Could be the fact that I smoked at your foot it Could be the fact that i'm selling the colors Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) (Young kay) Steady getting apples, making n***as crumble Grew up in that bee like that n***a crumbles Really weaker villans coming out that trungle Cross me path, little n***a aren't you sure to stumble Turn to a bunch of birds when it flutters And them bad mouth talkers, they turn to stutters Crisp n***as that are walkers, they turn to crutches I'm serving now, beef, don't need to go the bushes Get your n***as gone and you won't get them back I've got rats, ten toes, like they're running track Shoes looking all worn, like them wooden flats Yo it's rapped up and claim got us pushing that Pick it up just to fold it down And when i slide them in, just to slide out Already told these man that I don't need the clout So wherever yeah but pick it up, it's just to lay em down To make these n***as quiet, ha, to make a sound But n***as like to talk, and then it gets around Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2) Why you talkin' like you're bad, and you're not Who you starred, who you shot Yah, yah. ( bap bang) I'm a L8 baby, it's the streets that make me crazy(X2)
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