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Lyrics: f*** around, lay around, do or die (3x) You figgedy f*** around, you lay around --> das efx [big shug] Word to joe frazier, got ta do what pays ya Give a nigga pain, like displasure But close your hips in, nigga you can't win I walk around, with a scowl and a grin Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me Niggaz try to block me, but they can't stop me I'm a bad man, understand where I come from Treatin niggaz dumb, as I drink my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the tec Put punks in check, shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round Crack to the concrete, from the underground I'm a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me You cannot break me, so don't mistake me For your brother, I'm not a punk motherf***er see I did my time, and now I'm free I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick I got crazy bi***es like a trojan on my d*** [guru] Yo hobb we got more rep than lucky luciano Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano This is something you can't handle, here's one example I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet I kill it, f*** it, my sh** is on hit And hittin you blaow (blaow) so what you wanna do now? You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now You know, like pow f*** around, lay around, do or die (3x) So f*** around, lay around, do or die f*** around, lay around, do or die (2x) You figgedy f*** around, you lay around --> das efx [guru] Word to mike tyson, hit you quick like lightnin Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a Punk like you, you get dropped like one two And you're out son, just like a one round bout son The outcome, is that you'll get that ass hung Easily, swiftly, you'ew stupid you can't get with me f*** around, lay around, do or die (2x) I said f*** around, lay around, do or die [big shug] Fumin! heahhh, I'm boomin down on niggaz I figure, how could they take out a big nigga They don't know, so I don't never give em a clue That's you and you and you, and oh yeah you You can't get with this or take me down I'm always laughin ha ha cause you punks are clowns Since I'm passin emcees, with my skill I'm up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill Rippin up sh** as I do, because I'm violent That's why when I walk in the room, punks are silent My name is shug, as if you didn't know I'm pimpin hard, and punks are just a hoe f*** around, lay around, do or die (2x) I said you f*** around, lay around, do or die f*** around, lay around, do or die I said you f*** around, lay around, do or die f*** around, lay around, do or die (2x) You figgedy f*** around, you lay around --> das efx [big shug] Yea yea that's shug for ninety-three I wanna say whattup to all my people, yaknowhati'msayin? We got the guru in the house, and my man lil' dap Showin motherf***ers where we're truly at I wanna say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids Whassup kerry, marie and lisa how y'all chillin? I know y'all in the motherf***in house too, yea! I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home That know what time it is, and the niggaz tryin to get real And on that note, right I'ma get the f*** up out of here You figgedy f*** around, you lay around --> das efx * dj premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end * More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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