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    The Prodigy / Lyrics

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    "Delt w/ The Bull" Lyrics

    The Prodigy feat. Havoc

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    [Prodigy]
    Dunn it's real like that

    [Havoc]
    Uh huh yeah
    Uh huh yeah(uh huh)
    Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit)
    Check me out dunn(yeah)
    Check me out now(out yo)

    Yo
    Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
    Feel me for what I stand for
    And I'm a do it til the death til I can't no more

    Fuck a hoe, it's all about dough
    Still, fuck her and still don't love em
    That's word to mother
    Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth

    It's die or lose
    I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
    On the strength that I had to hurt something
    'Cause my stomach hurtin

    I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin
    Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
    Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs
    Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb

    'Til hell freezes over yo why'all niggas better run

    [Chorus: x2]
    'Cause I done dealt with the bullshit
    Lived through the bullshit
    So put a clamp on them loose lips
    My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

    [Prodigy]
    Guns redundant
    My dunns move in abundance
    We loose cannons, my rugger will pop somethin'
    What's all the frontin'

    Being cavilier will get you nothing
    Or maybe touched though
    Keep pressing me and we be thumpin' like the ? vs. the hawks
    When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back

    And punctured his lungs
    It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you
    Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude
    Yeah, respect the colors and the flag I wave

    Respect the I.M.D. embroidery
    My shit is classic and authentic
    Blowin' dick
    Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence

    Get your own shit
    My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get
    King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon
    Now, twist up your cheebas

    I get deeper in debt
    My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us
    Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do
    Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up
    What(echoes)

    [Havoc]
    'Cause I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit

    [Chorus]
    'Cause I done dealt with the bullshit
    Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
    So put a clamp on them loose lips
    My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

    [Prodigy]
    My style, identical to guns that burst
    I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse
    It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
    My shit burn, make em far from a clown

    [Havoc]
    Ay yo, likewise
    See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise
    Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
    You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover

    [Chorus]
    'Cause I done dealt with the bullshit
    Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
    So put a clamp on them loose lips
    My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

    [Chorus]
    'Cause I done dealt with the bullshit
    Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah)
    So put a clamp on them loose lips
    My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by A. Johnson, K. Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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