What They Hittin' Foe?
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๐ Lyrics
Gettin' down in a crap game
Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game
And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts
But when it comes to gettin' in a circle
I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple
Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke
When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny
Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory
And boom, it's like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
But don't forget my point, there it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five
I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way
You wanna leave but come on bro stay
Yeah, fever that'll work
Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool, you can't even get wit' that
And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat
Cause I see, your homies starting to look
And broke little punks, they make the best crooks
And I'm feelin' like a baller
Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Little suckas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walkin'
'Cause now I let the gat start talkin'
Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others
Take that ya' little suckas
Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game
And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts
But when it comes to gettin' in a circle
I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple
Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke
When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny
Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory
And boom, it's like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
But don't forget my point, there it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five
I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way
You wanna leave but come on bro stay
Yeah, fever that'll work
Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool, you can't even get wit' that
And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat
Cause I see, your homies starting to look
And broke little punks, they make the best crooks
And I'm feelin' like a baller
Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Little suckas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walkin'
'Cause now I let the gat start talkin'
Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others
Take that ya' little suckas
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.44] Gettin' down in a crap game
[00:02.15] Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game
[00:04.58] And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
[00:07.38] Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts
[00:10.05] But when it comes to gettin' in a circle
[00:12.08] I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple
[00:14.37] Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke
[00:17.39] When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo
[00:19.53] Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
[00:22.04] I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny
[00:24.18] Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory
[00:26.46] And boom, it's like they die for me
[00:28.63] Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
[00:32.17] But don't forget my point, there it is yo
[00:34.42] I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
[00:36.96] Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five
[00:39.20] I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way
[00:41.68] You wanna leave but come on bro stay
[00:44.03] Yeah, fever that'll work
[00:46.47] Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
[00:48.87] Fool, you can't even get wit' that
[00:51.22] And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat
[00:53.99] Cause I see, your homies starting to look
[00:56.34] And broke little punks, they make the best crooks
[00:58.62] And I'm feelin' like a baller
[01:01.37] Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller
[01:03.63] Now you wanna go and scheme
[01:05.83] Little suckas like you just love to triple-team
[01:08.64] So I pick up my money and start walkin'
[01:10.74] 'Cause now I let the gat start talkin'
[01:12.59] Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others
[01:16.49] Take that ya' little suckas
[01:18.89]
[00:02.15] Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game
[00:04.58] And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
[00:07.38] Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts
[00:10.05] But when it comes to gettin' in a circle
[00:12.08] I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple
[00:14.37] Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke
[00:17.39] When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo
[00:19.53] Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
[00:22.04] I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny
[00:24.18] Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory
[00:26.46] And boom, it's like they die for me
[00:28.63] Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
[00:32.17] But don't forget my point, there it is yo
[00:34.42] I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
[00:36.96] Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five
[00:39.20] I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way
[00:41.68] You wanna leave but come on bro stay
[00:44.03] Yeah, fever that'll work
[00:46.47] Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
[00:48.87] Fool, you can't even get wit' that
[00:51.22] And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat
[00:53.99] Cause I see, your homies starting to look
[00:56.34] And broke little punks, they make the best crooks
[00:58.62] And I'm feelin' like a baller
[01:01.37] Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller
[01:03.63] Now you wanna go and scheme
[01:05.83] Little suckas like you just love to triple-team
[01:08.64] So I pick up my money and start walkin'
[01:10.74] 'Cause now I let the gat start talkin'
[01:12.59] Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others
[01:16.49] Take that ya' little suckas
[01:18.89]