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Don't Shut Down on a Player

Ill Al Skratch

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Hardcore, Breakdown! [x4] This is real… Believe that… Give up that money… Don't Shut Down on a Player, you got to give a pound to a Player… Verse One: [Big Ill] Well it's the low-down and I'm low key I get you loose like the deuce-deuce OZ, niggas know me Cause I'm a king like Tee, make you run like D, MC like A, keep it real like B From Cypress Hill, I might just fill yo ass with the lead Explode to the next episode, code red, danger, exit, homicide Word to momma I'd save the drama slide If you want your life to be short like 2, cause what'cha gonna do when I come to jack you Sirens sound, double-barrel shotty let off, a round, catch a body leave your ass on the ground 357., fuck a 911 carol, what'cha lookin' at the sawed-off double-barrel Shoot'em up, shoot'em up, mind on the slammer, roll up on ya, make you run your shit, fuck the glamour So pop a squat 'fore I drop a shot on ya fool, it really don't matter in your bladder got the tool Drive about 45 to make your ass jump, as I cruise up the block and make your systems thump Hardcore, Breakdown! [x2] Don't shut down on a player, you gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut, don't shut… Verse Two: [Al Skratch] Well it's the uptown bandit, Mr. Raspy, blow-blow-way-kay-yow, I'mma blast g Back in the Nine-0, I was a wino, what's yours is mine yo, I sneak up from behind slow Before you think to make your move, that's when I break the rules and I'll snake your jewels Give it to you how you want it, cause I'm blunted, as I roll with my ? I got the bank roll, who got the bank I'm ready to ? cause of the liqour that I drank I don't think that's something I really wanna do So I bounce wit my crew, kick it wit my crew, for a few, boys in blue on a path, trying to harrass, but I got my mind on some cash Hardcore, Breakdown! [x2] Don't Shut Down on a Player, you got to give a pound to a player, don't shut, don't shut… [x2] Verse Three: [Big Ill, Al Skratch] [Ill] Yea, Yea, Well it's the trigga happy no-money bum, I can't hack it, pack a heater niggas think I need a straitjacket Fuck a rubber room, catch a blaow!, as you let another boom, it's your doom, assume you'll catch a wound [Ill] It's the Ras [Al] The loaded [Ill] The dirty [Al] Drop-out [Ill] The malt [Al] Liqour [Ill] The quick to [Al] Stick you [Ill] Up [Al] Assault [Ill] Nigga [Al] I do the zig-ga-zig with my nigga Big Ill, up-up the keys, get your hands off the wheel Cause that's how I feel keep it real for the pride, I was having fun 'till my boy died on the joyride Hardcore, Breakdown! [x4] Don't Shut Down on a Player, you got to give a pound to a player, don't shut, don't shut… [x6] It ain't no sunshine… [x8]
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