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[Fashion] You know sho' nuff, Nuts got bass in your face Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place In a race, cock and blast for your sugar Bucking niggas off just like I was picking boogers I heat up, now I got the competition fired Said he better than the Kool then the nigga's fucking lying Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him He with his man then I gotta fucking dip him Pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser Used to peep a shorty and I think her name's Clarissa I miss her, plus the way she freak when I'm sleeping But I'm out to get the loot so I gotta keepin keepin Keeping on, til the props come rolling In, a billion women, I be like holding Folding up my glocks cause the Fashion's def I bring my homeboy in, I just kicked my last breath [Ju Ju] Yeah nigga, get live, it don't matter I got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter With the ill-type flow, a wild renegade Blowing niggas up for dough and just getting paid Yo my style eats through, it's like cancer Eliminating your whole crew and your dancer Never front, I do work, believe that Now I wonder why you and your crew couldn't see that You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!) (Repeat 4x) [Psycho Les] Uh, pass me the M-I cro P-H-O-N-E, tracks we got plenty To spread, yep, I had to fuck up Fred Cause he caught me fucking Wilma donkey style on his bed Fucking red-handed, the Nuts have landed Busting nuts in bitches guts and then leaving 'em stranded In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape Got the bitch on video tape You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian Told the bitch to stay the fuck out the woods but she chillin So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle If you're a bitch I'll fuck you, if you're a nigga I'll blast you Ask a question, 3 seconds to answer Kill a photographer shooting as a freelancer On a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl The wino, coming at your ass like a rhino Punk you know what I know, who deserves props See you couldn't figure B out with an autopsy Huh, it's like that, we could never be the wack Black it's like this, step up and get dissed You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!) (Repeat 4x) [Ju Ju] Yeah word up, this shit goes out to my niggas Edison and Slam up North 3CF Mob in effect, kid [Fashion] Yeah, to all my niggas, all my niggas upstate, youknowhatimsaying? Count Munce, my brother Devon, the whole crew, youknowhatimsaying? Curry Clan, my nigga Sam Dean, you know what *Strange boinging noise*
