Talkin' about Practice?

Lyrics

You best practice
 Practice, talkin' about practice?
 Talkin' about practice?
 You're in a house, maybe your own
 Maybe one you've never seen before
 You feel it, something evil
 You run, but there's no escape
 Nowhere to turn
 Yo, yo, yo
 Quit talkin' that shit, still walkin' that shit
 Yo, yo, yo
 Don't know what the fuck niggas thought
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
 I know niggas 16 that's pumpin' two hundred cracks a day
 That's a rack a day, you do it right
 I told 'em keep the tool at night
 Trife livin' what I'm built on
 The money real tall like it got stilts on
 You know the streets cold, go put your quilt on
 I get you killed off a consignment pack
 Now, nigga, tell me if your pride worth it
 Catch me with your wife lurkin'
 Some city, doin' the side block
 Gettin' sucked through my boxer briefs
 They see me and they spot a chief
 Bumpin' Bootsy Collins in a guava feet, you niggas know who it is
 Might wheelie the bike through the opp block
 The clique construction workers by the way we chop rock
 You'd think it's Notre Dame, I'm hunchback over a plate of 'caine
 I'm tryna make it twerk like Miley Cyrus
 In the field to find some dirt to dive in
 My phone jumpin' out the gym
 I'm finna pull up like 007, the bitches know it's him
 It's no mistakin', hardly take it lightly
 The drugs is harder than a right from Tyson taken nightly
 I ain't polite, don't assume so
 The .40 on my belt, so I suggest that you move slow
 With two hoes whose faces in the magazines
 Pack of thieves who I roll with, maintain control of this shit
 Who let these broke niggas in? We need a toll in this bitch
 Two-steppin' with the devil and she fine
 Only thing I'm thinkin', should I make her mine?
 Wine and dine her, tryna get behind her
 Remind her I'd do anything for the commas
 I'm a mobster to the bone marrow
 Corleone's son, he grippin' on the .44 handle
 Bag the shit, just what I'm makin', all the money's what I'm takin'
 All you pussy niggas doin's really fakin' the style
 Fuck you thought?
 Robbin' shit, bag the extras
 Doin' dumbass shit
 And then I just cut my hair and turn back into Da$H
 Every time, that's what happen
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
2
Tempo
73 BPM

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