paroles de chanson Lifted - Mr. Lucci
F/
Mr.
Pookie
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[Mr.
Lucci]
See
recongize
my
niggaz
we
pullin
triggas
& knockin
em
off
When
a
nigga
talkin
the
south
44's
steady
droppin
em
off
We
makin
sho
that
we
aint
takin
no
loss
And
for
them
niggaz
who
keep
on
comin
across
They
cant
fade
wit
a
nigga
I
pause
The
ass
and
leg
arm
and
head
I
rush
a
nigga
like
a
swarm
of
fed
pencil
whoopin
til
my
palms
is
red
Place
bombs
in
beds
the
bitch
niggaz
who
gone
be
scared
Fuck
the
dumb
shit
I'm
gone
numb
shit
In
some
red
rum
shit
Wit
my
crook
niggaz
All
these
niggaz
talkin
nonsense
while
my
drum
click
is
unconcious
For
now
own
many
functions
When
I
get
the
punchin
stopmin
wigsplit
slug
hittin
In
a
rythum
I
aint
spittin
and
I
aint
quittin
betta
get
the
gettin
Cuz
I
aint
kiddin
Im
heatin
like
a
mitten
in
every
thing
I'm
dealin
Im
sendin
a
message
to
hoes
everytime
the
hoes
come
you
get
it
crooked
You
fuckin
with
a
crook
who
be
off
the
hook
And
I
dont
believe
you
dont
wanna
watch
me
cook
Now
gone
take
a
look
and
freeze
Yeah
I'm
the
nigga
that
cheese
All
up
on
the
streets
Where
you
be
I
be
in
a
matter
of
three
lookin
for
beef
Blazin
a
b
while
I'm
holdin
my
peeps
You
betta
call
the
priest
That
I
done
siezed
the
lease
99
percent
of
each
head
nigga
I
reach
When
I
sweep
my
d
deep
Knockin
out
teeth
For
releasing
the
beat
Now
gone
keep
me
off
the
leash
I
make
everybody
say
please
including
the
police
I
dropped
my
hinnisee
you
find
it
up
on
the
beach
Been
gone
for
four
weeks
dont
wake
him
up
he
sleep
Another
mystery
performed
by
lucci
Chorus
2x:
Nigga
we
stay
lifted
All
yal
niggaz
in
the
bitch
betta
run
from
us
Nigga
we
stay
twisted
All
yal
niggaz
in
the
bitch
wit
them
guns
that
bust
You
nigga
cant
hold
us
All
yal
niggaz
in
the
bitch
betta
duck
and
hide
Crook
niggaz
throw
bouldas
All
yal
niggaz
in
the
bitch
who
love
to
ride
[Mr.
Pookie]
This
goes
out
to
all
my
hoes
knockin
down
doors
Nigga
tried
to
fade
a
crook
came
up
short
Playa
let
that
be
a
lesson
to
you
and
a
blessin
to
you
Don't
you
ever
try
that
shit
no
mo
And
restrain
your
ho
because
I
refused
the
bitch
You
betta
come
again
and
I'm
gone
smooth
the
tip
Guess
you
nigga
gotta
get
used
to
this
Comin
around
finna
smother
you
niggaz
Like
a
fat
bam
boos
ya
bitch
you
all
new
to
this
Now
tell
me
what
the
hell
was
the
front
for
Matta
fact
I
dont
give
a
got
damn
fuck
you
And
the
punk
ass
label
that
you
out
for
You
nigga
never
get
a
rap
quote
Less
known
tryin
test
your
minds
with
a
crook
playa
right
here
Test
to
find
we
the
greatest
out
here
Close
your
mind
we
buckin
niggaz
in
the
ear
Playa
we
stay
lifted
leavin
you
nigga
this
And
tryin
to
match
a
sound
with
us
Crook
playas
stay
twisted
laughin
at
niggaz
While
blazin
pounds
of
that
purple
stuff
They
cant
perb
enuff?
and
we
bout
to
bust
And
let
loose
like
a
angry
nut
So
what
you
claim
what
I
be
the
nigga
With
the
banging
touch
see
yall
nigga
Cant
hang
with
us
in
such
a
waitin
I
make
a
nigga
lay
it
down
with
a
bolda
spray
Got
em
duckin
and
dodgin
tryin
to
find
their
way
And
the
rest
of
you
niggaz
be
duckin
the
kay
Aint
no
up
in
my
face
yal
know
I
take
offense
to
talk
Yal
know
you
really
pissin
me
off
You
think
youre
big
and
all
But
ur
mind
full
of?
Chorus
2x
Yal
betta
leave
em
alone
Before
I
get
up
in
your
dome
and
leave
a
motha
fucka
dead
Hit
em
with
the
touch
of
death
And
make
a
motha
fucka
loose
their
breath
Now
im
gone
in
the
wind
work
a
damn
635
With
my
hand
on
the
45
pistol
wood
bumpin
in
the
back
smoke
another
sack
As
I'm
ready
to
attack
with
a
hand
grenade
and
try
to
blow
out
your
back
Yall
niggaz
cant
fuck
with
us
we
the
ones
Who
is
dangerous
we
the
ones
with
the
platinum
touch
We
the
niggaz
who
aint
scared
to
bust
So
when
the
stones
get
set
label
us
victorious
When
I
run
up
on
your
block
yal
niggaz
betta
run
Death
and
destruction
bustin
with
the
gun
Play
stone
crook
till
the
world
blew
up
dont
give
a
fuck
If
you
want
some
come
get
some
I'm
gone
shoot
til
I
kill
ride
til
I
die
smoke
another
blunt
cuz
I
gotta
get
high
beat
a
nigga
down
in
the
parkin
lot
We
too
pass
th
glock
before
they
call
the
cops
From
the
ones
that
will
make
you
hot
From
the
bottom
to
the
top
put
your
body
in
a
phase
From
a
crooked
ass
nigga
who
aint
scared
to
bust
And
put
a
bullet
in
your
got
damn
face
I'm
gone
burn
the
place
u
gone
get
the
gasoline
Burn
everything
into
smitherines
Cuz
I
gotta
get
away
with
the
pistol
play
and
your
hoes
Better
hope
I
dont
come
you
way
I'm
gonebash
the
place
Retalliated
with
a
mind
disgrace
Step
if
you
dont
wanna
die
take
another
look
Because
you
might
get
shook
if
you
aint
ready
to
bust
Chorus
2x
1 Introduction
2 It Ain't Easy
3 The Phone Call (Interlude)
4 Half Steppin'
5 Millennium Pimpin'
6 Tha Set Up (Interlude)
7 If I Have To
8 Git With You (Interlude)
9 What You See
10 Tha Trunk
11 Tha Assassination (Interlude)
12 Lifted
13 Blunted Serenade
14 Gettin' High
15 Have You Ever
16 Late Night Coastin'
17 Shine for It
18 There They Go
19 Consequences
20 Mr. Diabolical
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