Claiming that you doing this and that
Today I'ma be your hairstylist, I'ma push your wig back
Did you hear that bar, did you dig that?
Pulled up on niggas' blocks, now we have six packs
Rolled up another one, gave it to the gang that's an opp pack
They'll share it like they have a pact, rotten flavor bet you can smell
Zombie nigga bettetr not touch that
Oh murder what he wrote, I'm the sickest villain he ain't a hero
(Fah, fah)
In the sky there he go, I'ma let it blow, then I run here I go
Claiming that he got the juice, nigga you ain't Pac
Pull up with a deuce deuce, but now I call it a glock
I checked the time man, it's bust o' clock
A,for assassin b, came thru bleeing, C I did all the creeping
D, all these niggas did all the dipping, they had to run, come here my nigga, you little scum
$ain't R - REAL DEAL STEPPA Lyrics
$ain't R - REAL DEAL STEPPA Lyrics
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Claiming that you doing this and that
Today I'ma be your hairstylist, I'ma push your wig back
Did you hear that bar, did you dig that?
Pulled up on niggas' blocks, now we have six packs
Rolled up another one, gave it to the gang that's an opp pack
They'll share it like they have a pact, rotten flavor bet you can smell
Zombie nigga bettetr not touch that
Oh murder what he wrote, I'm the sickest villain he ain't a hero
(Fah, fah)
In the sky there he go, I'ma let it blow, then I run here I go
Claiming that he got the juice, nigga you ain't Pac
Pull up with a deuce deuce, but now I call it a glock
I checked the time man, it's bust o' clock
A,for assassin b, came thru bleeing, C I did all the creeping
D, all these niggas did all the dipping, they had to run, come here my nigga, you little scum
Today I'ma be your hairstylist, I'ma push your wig back
Did you hear that bar, did you dig that?
Pulled up on niggas' blocks, now we have six packs
Rolled up another one, gave it to the gang that's an opp pack
They'll share it like they have a pact, rotten flavor bet you can smell
Zombie nigga bettetr not touch that
Oh murder what he wrote, I'm the sickest villain he ain't a hero
(Fah, fah)
In the sky there he go, I'ma let it blow, then I run here I go
Claiming that he got the juice, nigga you ain't Pac
Pull up with a deuce deuce, but now I call it a glock
I checked the time man, it's bust o' clock
A,for assassin b, came thru bleeing, C I did all the creeping
D, all these niggas did all the dipping, they had to run, come here my nigga, you little scum
Writer: Ric Maluleka
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