Get So Buck Gimisum Family (Ft. Big Debo, Lil Debo & Z-Dogg)
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[Intro: Lil Debo]
Yeah, this Debo one in the house
I want to send a shoutout, to all these prejudice ass white folk, who don't come up to the shop and fuck with a nigga
Not the ones, that come up and smoke a blunt with 'em, know'm sayin'?
Im shoutin' out, all these prejudice ass bitches
[Verse 1: Big Debo]
Deb–Debo let's go, jump into that chevy-thang
Robbin', stealin', killin' is my hobby, let's go, get 'em, man
Put that thang up to his face, make that fool drop it off
If that fool don't drop it off, we make his mama pay the cost
Or anybody else in his family wanna' test
A motherfuckin' real nigga, puttin' all you hoes to rest
You can bet, when I jet to your set, with my TEC up to your neck
Jumpin' out them steamers, police chasin' all after me
I hit a cut and fuck 'em up and run in the woods and hide 'n' duck
[Verse 2: Lil Debo]
Tonight I'm a subject, G, I'm plannin' a robbery
I'm callin' my roadie Big Hill, now let's go and get it, G
I got in my '90 car and yo, I'm finna clown
Gunnin' ho-ass niggas down, these bitches don't make a sound, you hoes just kissin' floors, you bitches didn't know the sko
My nigga, that I [?] and they call me Lil Debo, ho
I played you about your shit, now you got some ana' bitch
You talkin' bout killin' me, found your body layin' in the ditch
You talkin' that weak-ass shit, oh, ho, what you gonna do?
You pull out your thirty-two, I let my MAK-90 rip at you
Yeah, this Debo one in the house
I want to send a shoutout, to all these prejudice ass white folk, who don't come up to the shop and fuck with a nigga
Not the ones, that come up and smoke a blunt with 'em, know'm sayin'?
Im shoutin' out, all these prejudice ass bitches
[Verse 1: Big Debo]
Deb–Debo let's go, jump into that chevy-thang
Robbin', stealin', killin' is my hobby, let's go, get 'em, man
Put that thang up to his face, make that fool drop it off
If that fool don't drop it off, we make his mama pay the cost
Or anybody else in his family wanna' test
A motherfuckin' real nigga, puttin' all you hoes to rest
You can bet, when I jet to your set, with my TEC up to your neck
Jumpin' out them steamers, police chasin' all after me
I hit a cut and fuck 'em up and run in the woods and hide 'n' duck
[Verse 2: Lil Debo]
Tonight I'm a subject, G, I'm plannin' a robbery
I'm callin' my roadie Big Hill, now let's go and get it, G
I got in my '90 car and yo, I'm finna clown
Gunnin' ho-ass niggas down, these bitches don't make a sound, you hoes just kissin' floors, you bitches didn't know the sko
My nigga, that I [?] and they call me Lil Debo, ho
I played you about your shit, now you got some ana' bitch
You talkin' bout killin' me, found your body layin' in the ditch
You talkin' that weak-ass shit, oh, ho, what you gonna do?
You pull out your thirty-two, I let my MAK-90 rip at you
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