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madd rapper - they just dont know (feat. nature & black rob) كلمات الأغنية

what the f-cks up? q.u. n-gg-

chorus (d-dot)

yo, they just don’t know, they just don’t know

we do or die for the dough, whether friend or foe

from queens to bk to uptown we flow

yo, they just don’t know, they just don’t know

verse 1: nature

yo, pins and needles, needles and pins

peoples and friends

plain clothes d’s on the bench

i figure n-gg-s is with me or either against

i’m speakin’ sense to the derilics

intelligent, get ya’ll broken up quick if ya delicate

smokin’ better sh-t than the average do

i travel to two fifth and madison avenue

that’ll do, i’m gettin’ high with a rat or two

so whats next?

if she don’t have an att-tude? rough s-x

i seen some sects throw it up, some get robbed

they show love just to those on their side

some rely on their instincts

young and deadly delinquents

it goes beyond me, so whats it gon’ be?

why would n-gg-s call it drama if it don’t involve heat?

that n-gg- robby and dotty too

before they starve me i’d rather wild out and be in icu.

chorus 2x

verse 2: black rob

all these novice n-gg-s

nowadays i don’t even notice n-gg-s

why black? too many bogus n-gg-s

i represent that clique that you wit’ since you was younger

the one with gun wounds in our armor

since rich days my sh-t sprays, ya’ll gon’ pay

f-ck bein’ nice for too long i kept my n-gg-s at bay

now i’m right up on that -ss

red light up on that -ss

murder, then i’m’a catch a flight up on that -ss

no more playin’, ya’ll know the routine, the resume

catch atleast two to your spleen, but hey

the other ten’s for your other mens

sh-t i’m’a go hard, i’m thinkin’ kill ya’ll and cop another benz

my sh-t tight like mouths on bk kids

the gutter still lives in br won’t nothin’ give

and of course it the one that talks sh-t

the one that chalks sh-t then comes back around the way and reinforce

sh-t

ya’ll n-gg-s lost it and can’t face up

so we bought mad c4 to blow the place up

f-ckin’ with black you f-ckin’ with cake

f-ckin’ with madd you f-ckin’ with nate

either way it’s all great.

chorus 2x

verse 3: d-dot

i write verse after verse until i perfect it

i’m sick with it kid, infected

come inside the paint and get your sh-t rejected

feelin’ just a little mad and disrespected

bring your best 16’s, 24’s, 32’s

all soloists, duo’s and three man crews

it’s simple math, me minus you

t minus two, one, blast off

hit the l twice then p-ss off

sn-tch your b-tch then jacked your whip and dashed off

you got too comfortable kid, you asked for it

you just like your b-tch, in your jeep, shoes off, feet all up on your

dash board

you’re jackin’ off, slackin’ off

my four-four bust and you backin’ off

i told you man

game on the line, i’m the go-to man

sh-t never changed, don’t let me hold two grand

don’t make this ugly

i need cash, i don’t care if you love me

took the wrong road maybe ’cause moms didn’t hug me

and pops bounced

found out dough is what counts

it’s all about the benjamins baby in large amounts

when it comes to bricks i flip like acrobats

when it comes to hits i spit like platinum plaques

crazy cat, no need to ask who’s track is that

’cause ya’ll are real life haters, i just act like that.

chorus 4x

- madd rapper

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