LetrasDon't Let Them Fool Ya

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Chorus: Don't Let Them FoolYa We just come to school ya

Glory Glory Hallelujah No red against no blue uh You know you know. [x2] Verse 1: [Baby Bash:] Now you be livin' that fast track Chasin' that ass crack I be makin' my money fuckin' with the Jones & Nasdaq We be blowin' on fat sacks & Catchin' amnesia with these heaters Makin' believers out of haters & cheaters You know that violence interupts my dope trade I just do the herb no cocaine Don't be afraid boy To be all about your bread boy But watch the devil cause the devil he's decoy Destroy all the hate in your veins Count your change & rearrange Them games is played out man Them dirty mess they to stop it but I'm a player profit I get the dope cook it up & rechop it. Chorus: Don't Let Them FoolYa We just come to school ya Glory Glory Hallelujah No red against no blue uh You know you know. [x2] Verse 2 [South Park Mexican:] Smokin' smelly Put a hole in your belly You wan't to test us oh really Got a call on my celley They want to bury us Ha ha, You fuckin' haters sound hilarious The craziest, I turn the brave to the scariest Smoke water & get wetter than Aquarius Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets I chop a bird & cook 36 Chicken Nuggets My future is clear just like a shot of vodka I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda If you jealous listen up fellas It's no problem to show you where hell is. Chorus: Don't Let Them FoolYa We just come to school ya Glory Glory Hallelujah No red against no blue uh You know you know. [x2] Verse 3: [Rasheed:] While some niggas is stickin' with ya Your murder is bein' choreographed Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath After the last laugh When the muthafuckin' smoke clears Niggas broke hear Chokin' hangin' like chandliers I bust at the man in the mirror Makin' my face crack But blaze that Rasheed Dope House killer Keep it comin' back or runnin' back With a ball & chain in my hand Ain't no substain The man with the vision of the galexy span. Verse 4: [Low-G:] Respect that It's the million dollar wetback In jet black You cross my line & get your head cracked Yeah yeah ya tu saves qien soy Don't sweat me boy Ya tu saves donde estoy I'm on the Hunt G The only street with the palm tree's It's Low-G I only rap about what's done G You can't stop me Came to your city on a donkey The savior I'm bringin' back the wet flavor. Chorus: Don't Let Them FoolYa We just come to school ya Glory Glory Hallelujah No red against no blue uh You know you know. [x2] [South Park Mexican:] He's on crack She's on snow He's so old he can't fuck no mo' She's a whore He's a snitch Most of my niggas dyin' over a bitch.

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