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lirik lagu dragnet – tha god fahim

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[intro: tha god fahim]
yeah
f*ck about none of you lazy ass f*ck n*ggas
you know what i’m sayin’? it’s tha*motherf*ckin’*god, n*gga
my sh*t will be respected, n*gga
sh*t real, n*gga! feel me?
check it, yo

[verse 1: tha god fahim]
it’s the dark magician, show no fear to oppositions
my proposition between the lines of composition
no competition; gave ’em the pack from the table in the kitchen
told ’em bring the money back for the mission
it’s rules to this sh*t, you should already know
when you jugglin’ weed, pills and smugglin’ snow
can’t trust a soul; so n*gga, you should already know
they might smile, plus the ds wanna profile
so n*gga, move with a light foot, ’cause you’ll get your life took
no need to ask if i’m runnin’, i might book
my right hook hit the hand of a buyer
the fiend is a consumer and the dealer the supplier
don’t get high off your own sh*t * can get you fired
might get executed; futuristic weapons is extra suited
tongue*wrestlin’ get you muted
n*gga, lackin’ get you looted, n*ggas attackin’, the love is diluted
twenty*one gun saluted; here go a bullet, chew it!
a n*gga had to do it ’cause i was mad influenced
stay away from the shade, god
the block jump like a n*gga from slave times, the brave kind
maze minds, wave with the fade, god
we gotta throw out—uh oh—ways, god
enslaved minds, it’s money out here for us to get
no counterfeit, sh*t fit for me and you to split
[verse 2: heem stogied]
f*ck you think? hollow tips, these b*tches ain’t blank
i’m ridin’ down the hood in a motherf*ckin’ tank
i’m ’bout to rob the bank
act up, leave you wet like paint
young fly n*gga makin’ old b*tches faint
yeah, you is what you ain’t

[verse 3: tha god fahim]
[?] shank, i sn*tch the loot from the bank
ganked; enough to let the shark in the tank
no push on brakes, me and my n*ggas pull rank
sk*nks tried to take me off my road to cash
but every n*gga gotta get some ass, ay
another death, another day
watch your mouthpiece, beware of what you say
because these zone 6 n*ggas just don’t play
crochet, the way i weave the thread in these verses
my pen and pad burns, but in my mind, it’s even worser

[outro: tha god fahim]
worser? is that even a word?
naw, it ain’t a word, god! it ain’t a word, you can’t use that!
you can’t use that!
n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck!

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