CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Response Pt 3
{Tazzo B}
Only real n***as can sit with me
Bergen and Nostrand b*t*h you know the history
I cannot beef with a n***a that's snitching
Told on the gang, n***a it ain't no mystery
Said you want smoke, nobody hitting me
Boy you gon lie? N***a you sh*tting me
You cannot aim, we slamming the rakes
If he wanna play we takin his face
They saying my name, only for the fame
Boy go put in pain, no stay in your lane
It's Tazzo the B and you know I got aim
Ask about the gang, we made them front page
Suck my d**k [?], n***as slide through make you a stain
Boy you need to tell Mori his b*t*h dying
I can tell you we ain't playing no games
I said look me and bro gonna creep up
Opps too soft, steady link up
B*t*h me and mines don't team up
We balling all day while yall still on the bleachers
Hear my sh*t booming like speakers
Pull up with your b*t*h she get swiped like a visa
I'm with the gang know we T'd up
Hurt him if he throwing the rakes up
{26AR}
F**k a response, I'm used to leaving n***as unresponsive
Arguing with n***as on the net, only gon leave n***as up in bondage
I ain't never been a talker, I slide with Kemba catch a Walker
Gang [?] up, don't play that's a starter
We houdini, n***as turn n***as into marijuana
AR won't stop, I'ma get involved once you mention my block
It's blood on my name, boy I did a lot
N***as touch Tazzo B and they gon get rocked
I don't get too [?] lil n***as [?] , I ain't gon flock, I'm breaking yall up
Lil n***a what? Go get your big brother or some, last pu**y got left for that bluffing
N***as standing on nothing, I'm supposed to believe all that fronting?
I ain't into the dissing, I'd rather pull up on your DeDe
Don't get lined by lil treeshy, had lil Dee to the low leaky
Please don't talk not one peep, I move right, how a n***a gon leave me?
Got hits beef too, n***a yea me three
I can tell that's a opp from his fit, if he from the Lz he got bad drip
Doing drills, stay out that mix
I'm a villain, I ain't no simp
I'm [?], but like A-Rod I got hits
RIP Queezy we all on gang sh*t
Shoot me mad times I still won't say sh*t
Only real n***as can sit with me
Bergen and Nostrand b*t*h you know the history
I cannot beef with a n***a that's snitching
Told on the gang, n***a it ain't no mystery
Said you want smoke, nobody hitting me
Boy you gon lie? N***a you sh*tting me
You cannot aim, we slamming the rakes
If he wanna play we takin his face
They saying my name, only for the fame
Boy go put in pain, no stay in your lane
It's Tazzo the B and you know I got aim
Ask about the gang, we made them front page
Suck my d**k [?], n***as slide through make you a stain
Boy you need to tell Mori his b*t*h dying
I can tell you we ain't playing no games
I said look me and bro gonna creep up
Opps too soft, steady link up
B*t*h me and mines don't team up
We balling all day while yall still on the bleachers
Hear my sh*t booming like speakers
Pull up with your b*t*h she get swiped like a visa
I'm with the gang know we T'd up
Hurt him if he throwing the rakes up
{26AR}
F**k a response, I'm used to leaving n***as unresponsive
Arguing with n***as on the net, only gon leave n***as up in bondage
I ain't never been a talker, I slide with Kemba catch a Walker
Gang [?] up, don't play that's a starter
We houdini, n***as turn n***as into marijuana
AR won't stop, I'ma get involved once you mention my block
It's blood on my name, boy I did a lot
N***as touch Tazzo B and they gon get rocked
I don't get too [?] lil n***as [?] , I ain't gon flock, I'm breaking yall up
Lil n***a what? Go get your big brother or some, last pu**y got left for that bluffing
N***as standing on nothing, I'm supposed to believe all that fronting?
I ain't into the dissing, I'd rather pull up on your DeDe
Don't get lined by lil treeshy, had lil Dee to the low leaky
Please don't talk not one peep, I move right, how a n***a gon leave me?
Got hits beef too, n***a yea me three
I can tell that's a opp from his fit, if he from the Lz he got bad drip
Doing drills, stay out that mix
I'm a villain, I ain't no simp
I'm [?], but like A-Rod I got hits
RIP Queezy we all on gang sh*t
Shoot me mad times I still won't say sh*t
