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    "Straight Like That" Lyrics


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    I'll murder you...you...and you
    Don't give a fuck about you..you...

    [Chorus 1]

    It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga
    [Final Chapter]
    Straight like that
    We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
    Straight like that
    We eat, sleep, shit street life
    Straight like that
    We get knocked bail the same night
    Straight like that

    [Chorus 2]
    We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically
    There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically
    You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically
    Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically

    I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats
    Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left
    My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter
    Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca
    There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot
    We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased
    Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks
    Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
    Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos
    Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled
    Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years
    I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
    The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
    Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle
    I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever
    Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever

    Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter
    ? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya
    Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first
    Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse
    Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em
    I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum
    Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension
    Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention
    I know you keep your life in your cash
    Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot
    So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop
    Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop
    I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops
    Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop
    To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint
    A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it

    [Chorus 1 & 2]

    [Final Chapter]
    Aiyyo, aiyyo
    I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded
    I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin
    You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing
    My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds
    Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry
    When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury
    Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting
    Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining
    I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall
    I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb
    Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long
    So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong
    My click is movin out, now is you rollin along?
    Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on
    Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born
    Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord

    Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me
    I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby
    I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens
    That's why til this day they don't let me in
    I be in New York smokin LA weed
    I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed
    I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live
    These niggaz can't eat like hostages
    Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords
    I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards
    And everything that went down was cool with me
    As long as I came back with my jewelry
    We had machine guns, I think we had two or three
    And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo
    For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window
    You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3

    [Chorus 1 & 2]
    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Allen Joseph, Allen Everrett Joseph, Angel Lewis, Dolly Brandon A. Burke, Kiam Holley, Victor Santiago.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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