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Too Short » Get In Where You Fit In
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	What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever that motherfucker name is, man we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying? Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy Fuck him up, $hort (Too $hort:) Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case Bitches, that's what you always be Like the other young bitches that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and dine her And get jealous when you can't find her You're nothing but a mark I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch! You'd better watch your back Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat Cause Life is Too $hort, I'm In the House like that Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous Crew got the funky beats And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya I'm like Missouri, cause I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home One punk came and went Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him He'll tell a lie almost every other minute I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it Go on with your reject rap attack You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about... Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga) You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga! You a fool (Tore his ass up!) Banks you a fool for that! (Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn!) Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga, man trying to fuck with the Dangerous Crew, nigga, you can't hang with this shit, nigga, we got niggas way tighter than you man,you old wanna be me asshole nigga, come with some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga (Rappin' Ron:) I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be Where hella niggas get shot at So you'd better pop back, or your ass getting dropped, black Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass And let loose the whole clip And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit I mean you gotta be a nut, fool And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school Because that shit don't even last long Get a key from an OG and get your fucking cash on And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on Don't ever go out like another sucker You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker Show them niggas you the biggest boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping a clip and breaking them niggas off Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me Getting high with my partners and bitches to see Yep, that's what life is all about You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out I ain't a model, and I don't play the fucking role Don't be shit when you're old, nigga fuck a goal You wanna be somebody, I tell your ass you can't You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank That's how it is in the Oaktown These motherfuckers didn't know? Well these motherfuckers know now And don't be jealous and mad we doing shit Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique (Ant Diddley Dog:) You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church Black to the max sense my birth, packing a gat on the turf Ready to drop any sucker on contact You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack And watch me extend with a grin to another place I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fight fair Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick Two hardhead niggas, yeah we advocate violence Talking shit to the world cause we don't have to stay silent Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man Your crew think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan So fuck it, I'm always causing ruckus Whoever wanna disagree thenn grab my dick and suck it Diddley is always doing shit, distructive and I ruin shit You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique (Rappin' Ron:) Fuck it, it's just another nigga dead I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the nigga bled Bloodshed is what I see in the nighttime Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right mind I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream state A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate Swe we a closer, to Fred and Barney Rubble So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique Some lunatics, and we known to ruin shit A terrorist, I ain't never been a role model Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle And I don't even like fucking with no alcohol But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all Getting lit, never having a fit On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize The nine to your spine, now your ass is paralyzed I'm dangerous, and I ain't even mad yet I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check Cause I'm a mack that's from 8900, bitch Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit (Diddley Dog:) Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's head From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out Surviving and making cash is what it's about Some people ask me why I commit crimes to earn my scratch But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn back I was raised as a cruel kid Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools did I tried the education system but I dropped it So now I'm in the goddamn game and can't stop it And I'm a motherfucking threat to authority Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority You want more of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at Selling dope with my folks, come close and see I react Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes On the drink every day like winos And sometimes I be slipping up off the blunt So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt Cause I would never tell a hoe how I make my green I cut my cream on an un so I can't be seen And then I bump up on the block and knock after knock Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot spot Pushing slugs just to make it I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it I know it's sad what I'm doing And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz Nigga you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew, nigga You need to get in where you fit in You stupid-ass bitch
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