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Letras:Raptile. Get Outta My Face.

Grown man music mothafucker,

No little kids shit



Monstablokaz,

Shit is crazy right,

Mozez baby,

Let's go



Chorus

You know just how we do it,

Monstablokaz fucking music,

Getting money while we make this music,

Taking money while you out there losing,

You know just how we do it,

In the fresh new whips I'm cruisin,

100 deep in the club we movin,

No love in this game,

So get outta my face



Verse 1

(The Game)

Gangsta,

Yeah I move like that,

SixTre Impalla,

fuck a mayback,

Bottom line,

Yeah the gold D's spinning,

Hollow points in the middle,

Console if im in it,

is compton bitch,

Who goin stop a,

Nigga with an attitude,

When i blow that four fifth,

I'm used to this shit,

If I say it,

I mean it,

And I empty out clips,

Like I do my old english

Fuck the police,

Like Dre said,

If I had money on a nigga head,

Then they dead,

Streets is talkin,

He ain't always been a gangsta,

Soon as my brother died,

It was me and a stainless



Chorus



Verse 3

(Raptile)

MC's come and go,

Like the G on my sidekick,

Everybody tryin get beats like I did,

Its grown man music,

Read from my lips,

Yall rapers sound like,

Desperate housewives,

They all think they got the game on lock,

Cause they made a few G's,

And got a chain on top,

If you ain't on my level,

I won't fight you, nah,

I'll just treat you like taxes,

and Write you off,

If you buzzing,

I might write a song,

Or just throw one line,

And whipe you dogs,

If you stackin plaques,

And you callin me out,

Trust me bitch,

We bring the war to your house,

And that's just the way it is,

Son your crew run run run run,

(your crew run run)

I just copped a property,

On top ten ave,

And I will keep it locked,

Till the day that I pass



Chorus



Verse 4

(Beloved)

look haters,

I ain't forget you punks,

You can hop in the mayback,

You can fit in the trunk,

Brooklynn's back

Chill dog,

Hov did that,

The name's Beloved, nigga,

Ain't no hoes in that,

Been a G since '78,

throw me back,

No matter how fammished I was,

i never ate with a rat,

Okay okay okay,

That ill get you bent,

How you eatin baby food for weeks like *******,

Niggas is pompous,

thats why the fans is gone,

How you gonna brag,

When your biggest hit was a barney song,

Man,he's hot,he's warm,

I belong to the top,

Ya niggas scared,

You should get a dog and call it POP



Chorus



So get outta my face