
No Feelings Kurupt (Ft. Pudgee tha Phat Bastard & Slop)
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Hook:
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Verse 1: Slop & Patacico
Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth
Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck
Don't fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this
Me and the mic's tight like
Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Verse 1: Slop & Patacico
Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth
Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck
Don't fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this
Me and the mic's tight like
Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks
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