Mike N Pippen Lyrics by BloodHound Q50
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Go spin on the opps, tryna *** some, ***
What the *** is you sittin’ in the crib for, ***?
You ain’t did *** for your homie, except shed tears for him, ***
Got free smoke, this *** called Dell
Up on the opps, they ass gettin’ the belt
You can’t name another group of youngest turnt niggas that’s clappin’ like me and Jeff
Up in the kitchen, Derm the chef, and that hot *** is what he felt
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Go
Go
I been turnt before this rap ***, had hoes all up on my ***
Before 19 I had a cuban, it was free, I ain’t pay a cent
Ask me how I got my name, from blowing my fifty and taking kits
Rap niggas ain’t wanna come around, cause they heard them Bloodhounds taking ***
Amiri denim and black Tracks, you see ’em clappin’ out this fit
Only D.O.As, what the *** is a ‘spital?
Four niggas bounced out, he don’t know who hit ’em
It was only me and Jeff on a hit, caught one down bad, he thought five niggas had blitzed him
You will get killed playing monkey in the middle
Quis bail out the V with a big-ass nickel
Go
Go
*** my opps, we *** ’em
10 milli’ bullets rip thru his tissue
And if I had a car, I was hanging out the window
Gay-ass niggas love talking to pillows
Snitch-ass niggas love giving out info
Suspect, 50 got a victim
Lean and Percs all up in my system
On a band, but I’m still out spinnin’
Swerv and Tayski, Mike and Pippen
We *** him up, he tried to get up, now put him back down, I know he finished
*** ’em all, don’t leave no witness
Go
Go
Long live my brother, he did *** your ***-ass brother
Go (Keep that)