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uncle murda - who the boss is كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
woah, woah
great john on the beat, by the way
hold up

[chorus]
oh, i started from the bottom, got it out the mud, now a n-gga lit-lit (i’m litty)
two hundred thousand worth of jewelry on in the club, yeah, that’s big drip (privilege)
feel good to be finally be winning after taking so many losses (all the way up)
pull up, whole crew signed and you don’t even know who the boss is (d-mn)
you don’t even know who the boss is
pull up, whole crew signed and y’all don’t even know who the boss is
feel good to be finally be winning after taking so many losses
n-ggas that was prayin’ on my downfall sick right now, they nauseous

[verse 1]
let me tell you a little story ’bout how i grew up, yeah, i’m from the projects
tellin’ you the sh-t i’m ’bout to say gon’ be hard for some of y’all to digest
we was shootin’ while little kids was outside, n-gga, we was little kids
no father figures, them other n-ggas was proud of the stupid sh-t we did
catch a body, now you somebody, now somebody mother at a funeral
on top of kids k!lling kids you gotta worry about the police shootin’ you
oh, they set us up to lose then call us animals on the news (crazy)
first thing a n-gga do when he get money is go and buy jewels (bling-bling)
you can criticize it but it symoblize that we are no longer regular (we up)
at least that’s what we thought, so that’s what we bought, like, n-gga, this to level up
misguided, was provided information ’bout n-ggas that dropped out
n-ggas blew trial, got forty years, coulda got twenty if they copped out

[verse 2]
i remember sh-t was f-cked up, i was f-cked up, like, what the f-ck?
i was dead broke, i was on the run, like i ain’t bailin’ out if they lock me up
shot him for tryna shoot me, if i ain’t shoot him he woulda shot me (blaow)
i was in the lobby, saw n-ggas creeplin’, like, “are they tryna 2pac me?” (woah)
instead of him tryna shoot me back the n-gga told on me like tekashi (rat)
he was crippin’ for a couple years, then he turned blood, sh-t, watch him (suu whoop)
if everybody in ya clique is rich then y’all the sh-t and ya clique is rugged
like jay said, how could you fall off when everybody’s diggin’ each other’s grave

- uncle murda

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