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Spiffyuno – 3am In South Central Lyrics


(Intro)

Yeah, aww yeah…bang what up nigga

BMG look, yeah…look look

(Verse)

Ain't no way they can tell you I'm not a threat I'm a rookie well yeah I guess but I'm spitting just like a vet nigga
They don't get It reception Is not the best when your bars are not to Impress how you separate from the rest nigga
Like bad service y'all ain't sending no message
All my niggas Shooting like a roast session
I put my fingers to a "w" I'm coast repping you want these bars or a gun I use both weapons
This Builders, don't forget the International
No time for bs my schedule ain't tangible dog
These bars you can't handle em dog I was told I'm a beast, I'm a animal dog get It
Lyrical bully putting nigga's In the Locker
Man I'm only focused on my goals Like soccer
…Watch the money propel Like helicopters
I speak vivid they can see these words, teleprompter

Forgive em lord for they don't know who they messing with
I've been diagnosed with bars and I ain't taking my medicine
All My mans ain't kind nigga this Is not wrestling
Treat The Bars Like a BeyBlade nigga just let em RIP
….Speaking of rip R.I.P To all the trash rappers
I black mask em, black gloves then black bag em
It's black ops when tech pop I dump magnums
The human form of a Charizard I'm the last dragon
..Nigga If I ain't ate , then I'm a pop nines
If you don't give me my spinach, I'll have to Pop Eyes
..Outta the socket don't play with profit I'm knocking noggins
Spill his noddles then make a pasta that's olive garden
All the anger and frustration I give em that
I bet a gun will make a p*ssy talk, nigga Aristocrats
I'm the reason why y'all act so nervous
Y'all ain't got no bars that's bad phone service….Sprint Aha


Young Scooter – Certified Vet Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah (Yung Lan on the track)
It’s a must I keep it real, you know
That’s how I came up (Pharaoh, why you had to do it to ’em?)
(Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga)

[Chorus]
I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fake street niggas send ’em to your step
They givin’ niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

[Verse 1]
I never had a nine-to-five or sold a nine for five
For five years they took my license, but I still drive
Trafficking four-four, whatever to survive
My lil’ cousin caught a forty, that’s a long ride
I drove to IO by myself, yeah, that’s a long drive
I made like forty-five within four hours time
I stayed in over-grind, and now I over-shine
Road runner, I done crossed every state line

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
Tryna stay away from the opps ’cause they don’t want me to eat
And I ain’t been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
The only rapper rap ’bout money, so I motivate me

[Chorus]
I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fake street niggas send ’em to your step
They givin’ niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

[Verse 2]
I went down to zero and now I’m smarter with money
Now I got a couple tickets, I ain’t gon’ fuck up this money
I went on a lick with Ticket when I was struggling, hungry
I look at you as a lick if I don’t consider you my homie
This the streets and niggas feel the same way about me
I’m a beast, you a leech, you tryna triple cross me
You a B, he a C, and I’m just BMG
I told the label I’m writin’ my contract if you wanna sign me

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
Tryna stay away from the opps ’cause they don’t want me to eat
And I ain’t been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
The only rapper rap ’bout money, so I motivate me

[Chorus]
I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fake street niggas send ’em to your step
They givin’ niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet




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