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2 Dollar n***** Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n*****
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n*****
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n*****
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n*****
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us

[Verse 1:]
Project Pat, from the street n****, I'm bringin' this heat n****
Never do I back down, don't acept defeat n****
Calico's, bulletholes, gun shells left on site
n***** killed over hoes or, over left and right
Hats c***ed, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit
On a punk trick, knowin' good and well he counterfeit
All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do
Nothin' that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true
Bury you, quicker than a n**** that done told somethin'
Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe somethin'
Know, somethin' wrong pistol playa, call you gun show
Real n***** mayne, never speak what we don't know
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
(Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothin'
(Mercedes I push push) Mayne quit'cha frontin'
(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) n**** you's a liar
(Fool I'm out here sellin' ki's) You needs to retire
You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' dranker
I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sanker
Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha
I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha
2 dollar n***** claim they chargin' and playin' w****s
But they is out here flaugin' and payin' w****s
n**** you trippin', datin', and meetin' w****s?
Claimin' you pimpin', savin' and eatin' w****s?
[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
One day you wearin' red, and then it's blue the next
2 dollar n***** be the main ones flippin' sets
You say you grippin' techs, regulatin' wit' the torch
Was 25 and you decided, to jump off the porch?
If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator
Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators
You treat the cops, like ya pops, 'cause ya runnin' to 'em
I'm non-stop, wit' that glock, put that gun into him
These older n***** put these youngsters on a b***** stage
That's why these young n***** get killed, at an early age
Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage
2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave

[Chorus]

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Crook by Da Book: The Fed Story (2006)