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Fat Joe

Fuck Them Other Niggas

 

Fuck Them Other Niggas

(album: The Darkside Vol. 2 - 2011)


Mark Henry...
Yeah, it's like
We got a lot of frauds in the game Dre
Lot of niggas guilty by association
It's Crack, nigga!
Darkside...

Yo, yeah
Jumping out of helicopters
Sticking to the script, no teleprompters
Air Jordans never Reeboks
Darkside, anticipated like Detox
Never beef in an interview
Fuck a radio, bullets flying into you
Baby girl I'm into group sex
I'm fucking actresses and divas, who's next?
No love for the other side
Two dead bodies, no homi, call it double side
Panamera with the bubble eyes
Cop new whips when the bubble rise
Too much autos need a parking lot
Had to dead the last chick 'cause she talk a lot
Couldn't hear a sound when I silenced her
100 rounds out the motherfucking silencer

Fuck them other niggas
'Cause I ride for my niggas, I, die for my niggas
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
'Cause I ride for my niggas, I, die for my niggas
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
'Cause I ride for my niggas, I, die for my niggas
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
'Cause I ride for my niggas, I, die for my niggas
Yeah, fuck them other niggas

Yeah...
Put her on a private jet
Pussy killer, I ain't met a bitch survive me yet
Most wanted, hoes I dick 'em down
Take 'em shopping for the thrills, make 'em stick around
Treat you like a wife have you in the house
'Til I meet another bitch, then I kick you out
Rose gold on the Hublot
Tell me really how many bosses do you know?
Italian ties, no Armani
Why these niggas come up missing is beyond me
Competition lookin more like featherweights
Jay Cutler of the game, moving heavy weight
Elevators in the crib, paper on the plates
Couple million buried underground couldn't fit the safe
Spend it all in a fuckin day
Make it back tomorrow nigga, that's the hustler's way

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