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80 Proof

 

80 Proof

(album: West1996 - 2012)


Listen up now! Leadaz of Tha Free World in the motherfucking house! Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here!
Yeah
Told you them niggas were talking shit
Man, fuck Tha Free World
Yeah, fuck Tha Free World!

Mic-a-dickmicrophone check, motherfucker
I don't really trust her
Booty with a smile, she got miles on the dash
Shawty fast, it's a stickup motherfucker
Where the cash?
Let me see them hands, motherfuck the man
Call the cops, niggas breaking laws
Thirsty like body shots, yeah
So if it's money over hoes, then what all you got?
Prolly much of nothing, niggas out here cupping
I bet you that your best friend is same one she fucking
Bros over hoes, nigga, gotta count for something
Nah, they ain't with it, niggas out here quitting
Can't finish what they started, spend they whole life dipping
Worried 'bout these bitches man, I'm tryna sit on inches
Ride through the city, whole clique with me
Holla if you hear me
No thanks to the radio
Plotting down 85, yepping the 84
Doing 75, swinging on 24s
Sipping on 45s, baby, I'm good to go
Stay strapped with a.45, in case they don't really know
Just let the beat drop, spitting heat roc'
Till the tape pop, let your head nod
Till the tape stop, let the hate start

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up

It's still West Side, nigga
Since west best and cap guns
Now I pack one for your actions
Catch me in these streets
But, nigga, I ain't gotta trap shit
Thank God I got captured by the beat
What mother wanna see they youngest son in a casket?
Money on my mind, but the dream is what I'm after
I do this for that girl, 16 with two kids
Baby daddy locked up so she dancing
Just to pay rent, but it feels like a ransom
On to the next one
Never be the one if you ain't trying be the best one
So I stretch one for the youth
All they really know is that soldier got the juice
School ain't trying to tell 'em, we got soldiers by the troops
Overseas with no proof
So, of course, a nigga shooting for a coop with no roof
Ride through the hood, black cap, gold tooth
So, of course, a nigga sipping 80 proof

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up
Chasing racks, I'll be back before the days up

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