B Money Da Don - SHXD GOT WICKED

N.P.N shit
N.P.N, bitch
A, long live the real, man

Long live shoota
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Look, we come from the bottom
Right out them trenches, where shit could get wicked

Come dance with the reaper, glee with a switch and this 50 a keeper
Stuck on this money, I keep me some ether
Ice on my body, come right out the freezer
Run down on your clique, I stop time like a meter

Trippin' and baillin', niggas gon' tell it
Nah, they ain't cut, we send shots at your melon
Step with some demons, ain't thinking bout heaven
Run with some killers, some dealers, some felons

Watch for the cross, we don't hoop, gotta nail em
Pancake niggas, won't buy what they sellin
Stay switchin' shit up, they know me
We gon' slide get shit off, I'm Ginobili

Making plays hit a lick Prolly owe me, I ain't with all that rah, gotta show me
M.O.B., most these bitches be phony
We gon' trap, got me stackin' that change up
A long way from the ave, I done came up

We outside on the spot, niggas laid up
On the pole where it's cold, blizzards
Turn this half to a whole, wizards
Niggas bitch, pussy, whiskers

Run it up, beat the block, blisters
We gon' shine in the spot, you can't miss us
Love is hate, hate the love, what's the difference, they
Pick and choose bitches too, I ain't trippin

Off the ave, all I chase is a Ticket
Shit my battle with time, ain't no slippin
Gift or curse got me numb ain't no feelin We gon' take it too far, fuckin' yo feelings
Come and dance with the stars, we gorillas

They say when it rains, it pours
Stuck in that rain, they gon' feel this pain
This shit in my veins, my pores
It's real in the field, fuck how they feel

Run up that check and hit Forbes
Too real, we rare, ain't shit to compare
Shit, done got wicked, it's cold
You know It hit different, they fold

They say when it rains, it pours
Stuck in that rain, they gon' feel this pain
This shit in my veins, my pores
It's real in the field, fuck how they feel

Run up that check and hit Forbes
Too real, we rare, ain't shit to compare
Shit, done got wicked, it's cold
You know It hit different, they clones

Hoes stop and they stare, ain't shit to compare
Shit gon' hit different, you trippin
We rare, I know ain't no missin', I shine like a flare
Niggas be jap, but we never cared

Fuck that back and forth, niggas be queers
Beefing bout hoes, swear these niggas weird
Harboring a rat, how they say they real
Heard the game cold, till I felt the chill

Penny for your thoughts, need a couple mil
Snakes in the grass, nothin' left to build
paranoid im tripping, vice with it gripping, black ice you slipping know the game wicked we ain't tryna kick it we was
Cut different, pop out the cut from the arc like I'm pippen
Slammin' that move in the paint like I'm griffin

Know the real niggas don't talk, we just listen
Don't ask me, no lies, won't tell you no truth
It's real in the field, guess they need proof
Plus I got receipts, we gon' ball too

Pipe a bitch down, Stella got a groove
Pop a top, it's missin', screws
Road runner' for cheese, blues
Niggas buffers, goofies, fu

Get put in that blender, they food
They say when it rains, it pours
Stuck in that rain, they gon' feel this pain
This shit in my veins, my pores it's real in the field fuck how they feel

Run up that check and hit Forbes
Too real, we rare, ain't shit to compare
Shit that got wicked, it's cold
You know It hit different, they fold

They say when it rains, it pours
Stuck in that rain, they gon' feel this pain
This shit in my veins, my pores
It's real in the field, fuck how they feel

Run up that check and hit Forbes
Too real, we rare, ain't shit to compare
Shit done got wicked, it's cold
You know It hit different, they clones

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Written by:
Brian Terry

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