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[Hook - 2x] What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude What happened to that dude He was bumping, so I slapped a patch up out that dude
[Z-Ro] Y`all fellas, know what happened to that dude He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood I couldn`t let it slide, I couldn`t let it go Couldn`t let a motherfucker, play me for a hoe Pulled out my 4-4, and I just bust Nan nigga nan bitch, will I ever trust Unless it`s my people, unless it`s my kin I don`t love shit, but my people and my ends Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place I break a bone, in your motherfucking face If you think I tell a story, if you think I`m lying Pull out my iron, and I commits to find Have a nigga falling, off of his game If I hit a head shot, that`s the end of his brain Simple and plain, ain`t it This tool, will leave a nigga wig painted Know what I`m saying, I couldn`t be playing I sit on top of the roof, and start spraying At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead (*claps*), leave him bruised and red We don`t give a fuck mayn, that`s a clap I put a motherfucking, clip in my strap Bust at your back, bust at your front Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt That`s how I do it, don`t fuck with fluid But I`ma be fluent like fluid, and I knew it One day, I get a platinum plack If you running up, you better back on back cause
[Hook] What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude What happened to that dude It`s your boy Z-Ro, and I`m way too rude
[Z-Ro] I had to do it like that, and like this Had to break a bone, and make a motherfucking wish I did it like this, and I did it like that A nursery rhyme, and still broke a bitch back Like that, like this Hit it from the back, and don`t quit Bitch fuck you hoe, I`m all about my dough Standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4 Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge Trying my best, just to make the front page Put a homicide, on worldwide news If a nigga chase me, I`ll give him the blues Pull out my motherfucking, power pellet Roll up the doja, and I start to inhale it Now I`m feeling fine, I`m really feeling fine I dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wine Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog I hit the streets, the streets hit me back I checked my pager, it was time to attack The motherfucking dope fiends, time to get money I want my bread, I want my honey I want my streets of gold, for I can walk on And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on Man, I`m feeling way too heavy A monster, so can`t nothing scare me I`m unscareable, it`s unbearable Man, when you hear me it`s terrible Cause I be beating, on your motherfucking nerve and Might be in the Bourbon, or Excursion It don`t matter, cause I`m riding high Leaning to the side, when I`m sliding by All in your face nigga, slapping Out the motherfucking taste nigga That`s how it go, never been a hoe Try to take what`s mine, and get a mouth full of flow
(*talking*) Yeah, oh yeah, I`m feeling that Shit, boys get the shit slapped out Your motherfucking ass, what 3-2 say Yeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kind Of bootleggers out here though, you know I`m saying We gotta put a slap into them dudes You know I`m saying, these niggas that sue boys For 150,000, like that`s hurting my highsing Nigga I`m still rising, while you coniving You ain`t shining, but bitch I shine like a light All day all night, whether gun fight or fist fight Get the Roley on your wrist right, bitch
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