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1995 Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]

Check, check

Nigga, check, check (Get yo' ass, motherfucker)

Yeah, yeah (Just the way God planned it)

[Verse 1]

This the way God planned it, ho, you can't stand it

We don't die, we multiply like rabbits

Ran back like an addict

Took the high road on niggas, I'm ridin' overpasses

Nothin' in your catalog classic, you Shaqtin' like Thanasis

Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards

Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson

No relaxin', wrappin' niggas in plastic

[Hook]

Yeah (If you don't start, no one'll finish)

It's alright if they wanna start that shit, yeah

Yeah

It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah (It's perfectly alright with me)

Bitches snakе me, I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yеah, yeah, niggas hatin', but I'm still gonna be out there slammin'

[Verse 2]

Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal

Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit lethal

Pluckin' the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it

Got that girl and stripped her naked

Put that bitch right back together

Made that ho come back with extra

I'm the Barksdale of my section (Nah)

Nah, I'm the Marlo of my section

Bitch, my history ain't no mystery

Boy, your bars is under question, under review

Nothin' new, another crew of Freddie clones

I put more niggas on this field than Jerry Jones

Leave that man alone, yeah

[Hook]

(Know what I'm sayin, nigga? Boy, leave that man alone)

Yeah, yeah

It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah (Got a sayin')

Yeah, yeah

I heard that nigga'll never walk right, bitch

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

[Part II]

[Verse 1]

Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

Seats was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah

We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders

Shout my brother Hanni, I just made like one-point-five in Asia, yeah

Man, this shit crazy, how a nigga done went from nick rocks to wet whip

Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah

I was in the cell makin' up a setlist for my next show, for my next lick

I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh

If I flew her out, it was a sex trip, now my baby mama 'bout to set trip

I don't give a shit, these niggas ain't with the shit

These niggas ain't livin' it

'03, I was in sellin' reggie in a box, Chevy on spinners, bitch

Got a dope boy certificate (Certificate, yeah)

I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out

You a cartoon, Thugnificent, but I broke the mold

Made her crack the safe, only time I broke the code

Nigga be twice as rich if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah

I want the dope, alcohol, and hoes

Gotta stop trickin' on every Rubi and Amber Rose, yeah

I'm still in my prime, I've seen these hoes get old

No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulder's cold

It's what you chose, yeah (That's what you chose, bitch)

[Refrain]

Ooh (Hah, you knew the job was crooked)

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? (But you took it, yeah)

I said, no (Get ready for these niggas and these bitches)

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

[Verse 2]

Yeah, this the way God planned it, bitch, understand it

We don't die, we multiply, just like rabbits, you Shaqtin' like Thanasis

With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stackin' cabbage

Bitch, I'm comin' right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh

No Ticketmaster, we ain't givin' passes

Buy all the front row tickets to your show and make that shit disastrous, yeah (Nigga)

Shoot up the front and get them bitches canceled

Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah

I know you niggas thought I was scared to answer back

These hip-hop cops is on my sack, I've really been plottin' on my attack

Niggas really don't want no smoke, they want that clout shit off the bat

Man, this rap beef shit is corny now, I'd rather not be attached

To none of these lame-ass niggas

You can't do another interview without the Kane Train gettin' mentioned

Knock a nigga off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions

Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, ho, you sleepin' with the fishes

Piss on you bitches

[Refrain]

Ooh

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

I said, no

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

[Outro]

Yeah, let's go nigga (Why us?)

I'm back, bitch ('Cause you two are the most qualified for the job)

Fifty in the clip, yeah

Why you do 'em so cold? (Yeah)

今日は君と君のパートナーに話がってきたんだ。)

It's not workin' like that

これがどういう話かってことくらい分かるだろう)

これは親分からの指示だから頭に入れといてくれ)

I'll see what I can do