Текст (слова) песни: JT Money f Big Gipp (Goodie Mob ) - Alright

 
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Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright 
Well if you ain`t hardcore, its alright 
You wanna get it on nigga, its alright 
Its alright (its alright), It`s alright (its alright) (x2) 
 
(JT Money) 
I got a problem with fuck niggas 
Always talkin` shit and try to duck niggas 
Sucker niggas won`t finish what they started 
Be coppin` dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted 
They straight bitches 
Always puttin` on shows for these niggas and hoes 
Be wantin` to run your mouth but won`t throw no blows 
Ain`t got no scrap, better kill that rap 
Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped 
And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch 
Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch 
When you ain`t got your boys, you ain`t got no balls 
And you ain`t gangsta with all them 911 calls 
Real niggas don`t call police 
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef 
Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can`t back it 
Know they ain`t real but always trying to act it 
 
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I`m the original jacker, flawed boy attacker 
Taking your life ain`t nothing but a factor 
Matter of fact, I`m a killer straight out the slums 
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps 
And I ain`t talking bout` the reeboks 
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops 
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots 
Got guns, get funds, yeah I`m packing styles 
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds 
Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing 
Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game 
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said 
I`m so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread 
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize 
Before I start recognizing, ain`t gonna have you niggas sweatin` mine 
I`m in this thang for real, ain`t nothing fake here 
Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare 
 
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(Big Gipp) 
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don`t know 
It ain`t to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back 
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped 
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold 
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold 
From the city where they drop blows 
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours 
Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night 
Putting hoes off in 74`s and watching em` all blow 
It ain`t shit funny, its the money man and Gipp 
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump 
Don`t disrespect the city, streets, that I`m standing on 
Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin` heat 
It ain`t nothing happy 
You see, it ain`t all about that rapping 
 
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(JT Money) 
Straight up and down, I`m a let you fuck nigga know 
You niggas don`t want war, talking all that shit 
Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice 
Get round` the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music 
And niggas think its a motherfucking game 
Alright, play with it 
Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know 
 
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