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Newspaper Lyrics

talking:
hey bob, yes tom, guess what i just f****** heard man, whats that, dayton familys tape there f****** talking about us man and our momma's too,ohh yea well i got something for those f**** im'a talk about there momma's there daddy's and there whole f****** family there gonna wish they never said s*** about the news paper HAHAHA.

shoestringrapping:
Thats right cut them lights off we gonna ride n****. 1996,97 night time bout 93 degree's you know how to do it baby, leaving n****'s b***** is the nuttiest for the nine six, more blades than OJ since my clict be pimps we aint buying s*** we 4 deep in the grand prix, system wanna band me,Harlem Green cant stand me so he's locking up the Family, these copa's wanna beat ya, and they treat ya like they daddy, you sucka motha f****'s badge busta's ya'll aint had me,send the shots out to the journal white b****'s i dont sleep with ya, Motha f*** your story still cuz Shoestring rules the media,Hatdcore say no more f*** you and your newspaper momma should have fought you and told you not to f*** a playa,Im talking bout the black race you b****** aint s*** but bad look, should be trying to help a n**** instead you f***** his name up, sayin what ya wanna and ya gonna cuz you richa, so im'a get'ya lying a** cuz you paint your own picture, who you think you talking to quit f****** with dayton avenue we aint fearin s*** b****** not even the boys in blue,Journal since you know so much theres no reason theres no excuse tell me who killed dat, trick, colouis and that n**** juice, it could have been the jailbirds they say it was the ? they hunted him like a horse and beat that boy with no remorse,you bout to have a heart attack, b****s J i said that, These motha f***** n****'s from these hoods want they corners back,copp'as like to lie and scheme popo's aint s*** but feans, when it comes to f****** up another motha f****'s dreams,boomin ready f*** the fedi and they petty crime, see me on switches now these snitches wanna drop a dime,copp'as in tree's on they knee's as they creep's and crawls, no need to panic but you busta's let'em sqeeze yo ballz,your under presure when they sweat so you talking quick,pist off yo b**** now she done gave the fed's yo brick, yo mouth is bigga than the motha f***** aligator so f*** so system and motha f*** yo newspaper
[quorus]Girl singing:
this s*** that you doooo, the s*** that you sayyyyyy, wont f*** with my mind wont f*** up my dayyy, you keep talking s*** while you catchin newpapers, so motha f*** what you thought and motha f*** yo newspaper
Bootleg rapping:
Get yo mind off Ira's business maybe you can find you some, though bootleg wasnt comin back i bet you b****s feelin dumb,makin n****'s numb cuz when i come i come like h**** men, f***** for the first time and aint never gonna get no a** again, hoes all in my thunderbird and the b**** dont even know my flavor, talkin bout my federal case bring gossip with your friends and neighbors,b**** im to legit to quit, breakin hoes and n***** off you want my clict to go cuz we make you clict look weak and soft,you n***** p*** me off you know my buisness like you know yo kids, all up in the club talking bout some s*** you heard that Ira did,b**** im just a man out here struggalin to make his pay, life is hard enough without your rumors standin in my way, Ira this,Bootleg that,b**** you havin dorsey strokes, aint got no life of your own so you hang around all these other folks,in the ghetto is no joke, crabs in a bucket bath, when you try to get ahead they pull you down that aint never gone change, i use to be nieve get caught up in what these b****s think, what these b****s think didnt put no food or dishes in my sink, dissing me like I.C.E C you be E publicity, why you in my buisness that one fact remains a mystery, chemistry to diss a G,why you playa hatin me, that killa with buisness thats everything yo b**** a** wanna be,you rappin styles i used to rap, tappin hoes i been done tapped,dayton aint ever changed we put this motha f**** on the map, motha f*** yo talkin stalkin hawkin like a play hata,i f***** yo sister and f*** you and motha f*** yo newspaper
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F.B.I. (1996)
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