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lirik lagu tryna make a come up – snubnoze

[chorus]
young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum

[verse 1]
roll down to the house
motherf*cker need to step back with that fake sh*t
hand down n*ggas better [?]
they can’t take this metro going up
poppin’ studs in yo’ stupid ass
pop from the nine, from the mind plumpin’ through yo’ ass
east side, taint county n*gga hustlin’ every day
when i’m rollin’ through yo’ hood
all i hear is [?] every day
pumpin’ in yo’ stereo, but y’all n*ggas don’t hear me though
plug in the mic and here we go
n*gga, yo’ ass like cereal
bustas say “no need for you to talk that sh*t behind my back”
when i attack with a rеd ghetto tech, tech, tеch
on that ass, then i check for [?]
hangin’ with them n*ggas on the counter
swinging monkey bridge
half down 1995, smoking that bulky sh*t
down with the snubnoze cl!ck, ‘stead of gettin’ high
that big*headed n*gga dang [?], e to the l to the i
showin’ you how we do it on the side with the players
throw yo’ head down, blazing up a joint and getting high
[chorus]
young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum

[verse 2]
mayz road
1995 kickin’ that ghetto sh*t
f*ck them tricks
’cause they know i flow like pepto*bismol, b*tch
every time i see the microphone, i take it from the stand
put it in my hand and deliver like a mailman
seven days a week
making your week when i kick that southern flow
hit your back on a microphone
hit your back on a sudden hoe
don’t you know? life is like a joint so let me take a puff
had enough of n*ggas thinking they tough
rolling stars and stuff, pack my gat
when i walk the streets, tough n*ggas’ll try yo’ ass
caught you slippin, now they zippin’ yo ass up in a body bag
one [?] through the row in the neighborhood every other week
dressed up fresh and [?]
trying to slip by on these east side streets
whippin’ ass n*ggas growin’ up tryin’ to earn lotta cheese
n*ggas that ain’t down with the cl!ck, they talking down with me
showin’ you how we do it on the side with the players
throw yo’ head down, blazing up a joint and getting high
[chorus]
young* young* young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young* young* young* young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum

[verse 3]
never statin’, busta hatin’
n*gga with that pistol drip
blood blazing, so amazing
gonna take you on a trip
never slippin’, teenage pimping, n*gga playin’ plenty hoes
pistol packing, paper stacking
quick to check your [?]
hash delayed, innovative
overjusted places are set
n*ggas hangin’, steady slangin’
tryin’ to keep they pockets fat
b*tches jumpin’, costs are poppin’
ghetto sh*t in ’95
cash do walkin’, n*ggas talkin’ sh*t
but they can’t flame it though
never [?] in 1.5, [?] is all i know
window foggin’, widow huggin’ n*gga with that southern flow
drop from college, but the knowledge of these tricks is what i keep
h*a*v*e, m to the z and every day, some f*cking truth

[chorus]
young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young*young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young* young n*gga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
young*young*young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga

- snubnoze

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