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Devin The Dude

"Don't Say sh*t"

[Verse One: Pimp C]
Uh, hold up smoke something b*tch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to get f*cking paper straight
I'm an underground king n*gga, let my nuts hang
n*gga saying I'm only in get it for 10 it ain't no thang n*gga
Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich
I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that sh*t
They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills
f*ck how them b*tches feel, I'm working wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed
If he keeps talking sh*t, ain't no thang to get hit
On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss
But everywhere we go, we represent the south
For Them n*ggas and Them girls with them golds in they mouth
Them boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill b*tch you ain't what this about...about...about

[Hook: Bun B]
When you see me on the street, n*gga don't say sh*t
Blowin' big on the sweep, n*gga don't say sh*t
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't f*cking with y'all
When I see you at the show, n*gga don't say sh*t
Acting bad with ya ho, n*gga don't say sh*t
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't f*cking with y'all

[Verse Two: Bun B]
Say, n*gga ain't got sh*t to hide
I ain't got nothing to prove
We ain't got nothing to gain but I got everything to lose
So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue
Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya
Disapprove we can get ya and your bullsh*t, I be the same
The game will never be the same, It was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly
Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many n*ggas pop collars and drop dollars
Baby ballin' bullsh*tter frontin' like rottweiliers
No bark, no bite, but showing fangs
Talking loud like they knowing thangs
I'm from Texas n*gga, all we do is blow them thangs
f*ck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name
Stuck in the fast lane,(????) your ass mane
Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night
Got your ass in a fight
It ain't no passing tonight

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob]
People waiting, some be hating, I'll be shaking, they'll be faking
Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall
Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready
For anybody crossing the line with that f*ck sh*t
I got a stack and got a ho, got a trunk with the funk
Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump
Remember me? The one that had your back up in the club?
Remember me? The one that bring you on and show you love?
Remember me? The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina
With a rusty ass niner looking for trouble
So what? I know the same streets you know
Yeah so what? I go the same places you go
I got the mark in my skin so you know my set
I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late
I'm the king in these streets till the muthaf*cking end
So you f*ck with me, you gotta f*ck with my friend

[Hook]

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