JT MONEY - ALRIGHT LYRICS
Writer(s): JEFF THOMPKINS, KEVIN BRIGGS, CAMERON GIPP
Artist: Jt Money Lyrics
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Date: Added(Last modified) at 6:54 am October 07, 2012.
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)
I got a problem with **** *****s
Always talkin' **** and try to duck *****s
Sucker *****s won't finish what they started
Be coppin' dueces cause them *****s soft-hearted
They straight *****es
Always puttin' on shows for these *****s 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 *** get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a *****
Or do you straight turn state on a ***** 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 *****s don't call police
Real *****s handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed *****s talk **** and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)
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
***** know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap ****, 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
that's right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you *****s sweatin' mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my ***** Shakespeare
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (it's alright)
It's alright (it's alright)
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
**** 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 **** 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
*****s from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (it's alright), It's alright (it's alright)
Straight up and down, I'm a let you **** ***** know
You *****s don't want war, talking all that ****
Cause you apted up on that **********ing tough guy juice
Get round' the **********ing boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And *****s think its a **********ing game
Alright, play with it
Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you *****s know
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on *****, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)
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