Mutha F***** get your mind correct (mind correct,mind correct)...
...REMIX!!!
Yo Je$ Latino With My Man $tealer Reping Dope House Records To Da Fullest Here We Go!!!
[Browngangsta210]
Walking In My Own Town's Hoods And 1 street
Where I had to be packing some heat
A cracker trying to tell me
that his b**** ass is selling
And dealing some cocaine
After that you know someones gonna go home in pain
I guess he wasn't trained by a real drug dealer
He should have been trained by me The new $tealer.
Well you said you have stripes like a referee
But you ain't calling no shots n**** technally.
When you went to the club
When you only had one b**** and 1 hug
I asked you who was that you were huggin'
You Said it was your hoe but it was really your cousin
beacause...
[Chorus][Browngangsta210 & Je$ Latino]
Whatever you say is bulls*** and it's fake
take of your 1dollar chain off for god's sake
Fake Gangstas, ballers, shot caller, alcahola
Thats you, Fuck You And Your Whole Crew(X2)
[Browngangsta210]
I hate seeing fake gangstas buying an old porche
And puting 20's on their cords
P***y didn't you buy that new truck
Then why you begging to barrow a buck
But look in my eye and does it seem like a give a f***
Tell me b**** is it worth it
For me to give you a shot to your head and seeing it hit
Remember that time you said i'm ballin'
Your stacks weren't tallin'
But look at me i spend days and nights
In the streets and trust me there's alot of fights
But theres also too much f****n po-pos flashin there lights
I Grew up with my homie whos was treated like a brother
Later that year god took him away in the summer
N**** You need to show me something
To prove your balling, maybe 1g its better than nothing
Whatever you said is not true
you didn't go what i went trough
Your exactly like that fake gangsta Lupe Fiesco
Your flow, ain't gonna get you more dough
You bustin a nut from trying to boune
B**** you can't even afford your own cell phone
Your whole crew trying but end up dying
from trying to stop me but sorry
But i'm still going to diss you girl Molly
[Chorus]
[Browngangsta210]
Stop!!...Pop!!...Drop!!...Flow!!!
There You Go
On the dirty ass floor
Aww S*** i left blood on my car door
I don't need to worry i didn't leave finger Prints
Not Even one single hint
Got Away nice, easy, slow, and clean
when you tried runnin away from po-pos you ran in to a shooting screen
You stupid f*** you left your piss as evidence
what king of gangsta is scared to blast a Ni**a
I will so my respect can get Bigga'
You made up shit from your hood
I seen you smoking that stuff
that you took a puff out of
Did you just grabbed some grass?
Don't worry i'm gonna let that pass
And make you work in the corner
I'm never gonna let a fake gangsta cross the border
(whisper) If i took a trip into your mind
what will I find Alot of bullshit about you grind
N**** you'll Falsifying
[Je$ Latino]
Dont' Trip its just a loaded clip (Gun Shot)
Take My Lean And sip
My bullet nearly missed you busted lip
(AK-47 Gun Shots)
[Chorus]
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