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fighting the feds - husalah lyrics

[intro]
cool jama, x13’s, crips, bloods, 14’s
gangsta sh*t, yadamean? get your money, n*gga
i’m ’bout to hit you n*ggas with some sh*t that’ll light your life up
i make sure every n*gga stay rich within my cipher, yeah
uh, i’m diggin’ that, yo

[verse]
n*gga, it ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
slide through the spot, rockin’, rollin’
bounce out the drop, the chop that i’m holdin’ is tucked
i’m concealing this sh*t, i ain’t revealing the sh*t
n*gga pull out the 50 clip and get to rippin’
but i ain’t trippin’ right now, i’m just dippin’
feelin’ the motherf*ckin’ celebration
me and my n*ggas paper chasin’
n*gga, it’s like jason
’cause i appear out the cuts when you n*ggas think i’m chasin’
but um, at the same time, n*gga, i’m like mike myers
’cause i stay quiet, but i don’t mean wired
like you n*ggas is wired for feds
i mean i’m wired up all night with a chop on my f*ckin’ head
layin’ in my bed, thinkin’ ’bout my bread
i’m getting money but i’m still fightin’ the f*ckin’ feds, n*gga (f*ckin’ feds)
but it’s still all good (still all good), you feel me?
’cause every n*gga in my clique is my crutch
and if i ever fall, they’d help a n*gga up
at the same time, help a n*gga buck
when a n*gga run his mouth and n*ggas talk too much
n*ggas get seeked out, destroyed
hit with the chop, go and tuck that boy
roll him up in a carpet, leave him in the alleyway
but we gon’ leave that aside today
it’s a good motherf*ckin’ day, the sun is shinin’
i’m not grindin’, i’m still shinin’
back in the days i yoked my time when
n*ggas started countin’ stacks and grindin’
at the same time, n*gga, i was lampin’
gettin’ money, stackin’ what’s happenin’?
get at your n*gga, it be the same sh*t (same sh*t)
every day hustlin’, fifty clips (fifty clips)
keep it tucked, flip*flop pays
beat your ass up, n*gga, when the chop spray
straight from the east bay, home of ak spray
make way for the s*u*s*a*l*a*h out the gate
ship out sideways, we should celebrate
guess who’s back in the motherf*ckin’ house?
husalah went gold, got the world turned out
it’ll be too late when the boys find out
that i pumped h*lla cakes, pump your brakes, young fella
n*ggas done with the weather out the gates in my projects
if you ain’t with us, you against us
so i guess it’s about time that i use this 9
you got yours, i got mine
i think it’s ’bout time for a smother
n*ggas don’t wanna see me from the shoulders, they know the husalah
break jaws like i break law
like i hit the gas and brake and figure*8 raw
twenty dvd screens in my scr*pe raw
thirty hoes breaking bread got me caked off, yeah, you know
[outro]
i just had to do that real quick, man
this here remind me of some earth, wind & fire or something, you know what i mean?
i feel like i’m just rockin’ and rollin’ and groovin’ and sh*t, man
when n*ggas wear, you know, the og n*ggas, they was wearin’ catsuits and sh*t
the n*ggas was crazy, man
n*ggas had h*lla glitter, you nah’mean? i, i be, you know
i’m feelin’ my pops or something right now, man, that’s h*lla funny, though
this for them ba, ba*da*da*da*doe
you know, this funky, man, this is funky, man, you nah’mean?
i see why n*ggas f*ck with the funk, that’s, i like that sh*t
yeah, got the speakers knockin’. got the f*ckin’ 12’s knockin’, the 15’s knockin’, you nah’mean?
i wanna hear this on, like, four 10’s, though
you know 10’s got that crispy pop to ’em
yeah, i mean, 15’s, they thunder, they sub
but them 10’s got that, ba*ba, da*da*da, ba*ba, nah’mean?
ba*ba*ba, ba, ba, you nah’mean
peelin’ off, just, you feel me? swing h*lla, n*gga, swing h*lla, yeah
give a sh*t, you nah’mean?
f*ck it, n*gga, get cold, n*gga
they won’t have to tell me, n*gga, i’m swing h*lla
what it do, what it do? get on him, yeah, n*gga, gangsta sh*t
yeah, we menaces to society, we act ignorant, man

- husalah lyrics

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