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Lil Dude — TNT Prod By Good Intent
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[Verse 1]
Fight, young **** gon' fight
Sellin' that breakdown, mix it up with the dynamite
No, I'm for real
Y'all **** don't know about that up and down, ****?
Really in the trenches, boy, you **** out here playin' games, man
Ain't I neither, and I'm smokin' a lot of that reefer
Ridin' round in that Kompressor, with my lil' bro, Good Intent
Trap, na, na, ooh
[Verse 2]
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young **** gon' fight
Came up sellin' that bread and that dynamite
Pussy ****, is you ready to die tonight?
**** you fell off, you gon' be aight
I get that money, I don't look light
Skinny ass ****, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
Pussy ass ****, think twice
I'm sure as shit not shootin' dice
I had to stay down, catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these **** like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussin' juugs on the pedal bike
Auntie say, ooh, this shit is dynamite
[Verse 3]
You know you done fucked up, right?
Luciano, he don't fuck with the mice
I'm still drinkin' lean from the other night
**** want beef, he ain't gotta fight
I'ma pull up with that dynamite
I came up from sellin' that dynamite
I came up from sellin' the breakdown
****, come through and come get you a breakdown
I got the loosies, gon' break down
Givin' them **** a shakedown
Auntie say, ooh, she like how it taste now
I might go cop me a Wraith now
Luciano, he not underground
I just be bringin' them other sounds
And you know I got a hunnid rounds
And it be makin' them thunder sounds
This man gotta, gotta be different
They're takin' shit and they always be trippin'
It be hittin' **** off in the distance
It don't even care if it hit your folks
It don't even care if it hit the Pope
I'm ridin' around, I'm the Pope
I'm ridin' around with the dope
Lil' ****, better lay low
[Verse 4]
Ooh, came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young **** gon' fight
Came up sellin' that bread and that dynamite
Pussy ****, is you ready to die tonight?
**** you fell off, you gon' be aight
I get that money, I don't look light
Skinny-ass ****, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
Pussy-ass ****, think twice
I'm sure as shit not shootin' dice
I had to stay down, catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these **** like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussin' juugs on the pedal bike
Auntie say, ooh, this shit is dynamite
[Verse 5]
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy ****, is you ready to die tonight?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy ****, is you ready to die tonight?
Written by: Guy Clark
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