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Mr. Brady
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Real Heavy
Yeah Yeah Yeah Mr. Brady, what up Yeah Yeah Yeah Guilty Simpson in the house Yeah Yeah Yeah This to my ?Diego? ???? let's do it
West coast, throw it up Murder city throw it up Murder mysteries, throw it up
Peace to my West Coast fam we smoking Seven eleven on dice to keep em open I'm here to seize the moment Potent, deadly, murderous medley Rodents eat rat poison that I set out For the slow leagues that chose to run their mouth We run a tight ship and squealing ain't permitted Unless you wanna see that villain ??interfitted / in a fitted?? Detroit new era, true terror, deal with Michigan when it's in new leathers OG Kush when the blunts are blazing, eyes low you think I come from asians (Nah) I come from a Detroit basement guns ablazing, that did your face in My dog takes spots for dollars pop a pistol, and pop your collar holler
Real heavy when the beats get bang and make you pull your motherfucker hair out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Get ready for the streets we take and raise your motherfucking hands and shout x2
Turn the volume up let it bang nigga From the ?detourest de? to LA nigga Flows tighter than the jeans on a gay stripper Smoke switches never fucking with no yay nigga Watch what you say when concerning the west Keep my name out you mouth unless you earning my checks Spit hollows from the sun that I burned through yo chest Make a young nigga stress like a paternity test yes
You know it's time to pile in Mr. Brady on the beat so we dialed in From the chain we more dirtier than shaolin It's like poop mixed with dealer nigga times ten I'm so motherfucker filthy wit it I'm so fresh I'm so clean I'm so guilty wit it Deep rooted till I'm placed in a grave I touch a girls ass like Flava Flav
Real heavy when the beats get bang and make you pull your motherfucker hair out Get ready for the streets we take and raise your motherfucking hands and shout x2
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