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That's Right Lyrics

from Tough Luv

"That's Right" is track #12 on the album Tough Luv. It was written by Smith, Jonathan H. / Harris, Ciara Princess / Cameron, Jasper Tremaine / Muhammad, Balewa M. / Love, Craig D. / Jefferson, La Marquis.
"That's Right" is track #12 on the album Tough Luv. It was written by Smith, Jonathan H. / Harris, Ciara Princess / Cameron, Jasper Tremaine / Muhammad, Balewa M. / Love, Craig D. / Jefferson, La Marquis.

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It's about time, niggaz, oolah

Motherfuckers, I'm from a town where it ain't nothin' nice
Where niggaz they hear that price and be at you the same night
Tryna kill you, got a knife, fuck a fight, snatch your life
I got thirty in my wind pipe and motherfuck I can fight

They say we different but I say we just alike
Each other's crutches and these niggaz be our luggage
Heavy as shit, unwillin' to spit
No, I like them, baby, rub them on a crib and extend him on a glib

Probably knowing it's a fifth
'Cause I bought a lot of hollow tips, this if you make a spliff
And we ain't on the same tip, shit, I got to bang at you niggaz
For the love of the figures, hell, yeah, we kill each other

And kidnap them baby mothers and do dirt to ones that love us
Yeah, ones like no other, sort of like your brother
And I got my niggaz covered, long as I'm alive, they alive
Promise I'm gon' ride, never play both sides

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

That's where we lived at, war bring it where your kids at
We throw enemies where ever you get at, nigga, you get back
Or get your motherfuckin' head cracked
Pat, pat, that's where we lived at

At least a hundred thousand just to get your kids back
Unsolved about that kidnap, all about that riff raff
When you wasn't with that
40 Cal's we so loud, play the crowd, you niggaz get back

In a cloud where you lay 'cause all that chit chat
I got a fifth man take it, you a shit bag
Frontin' on them ends, niggaz, put you in the pens
Staples all crazy, you fuckers can't play me

Multiple stab wounds, caught him slippin' shit and had goons
Up in the bath room, now the Lord will see him soon
We get it all late at midnight or early afternoon
Whenever, wherever, where that motherfuckin' chedder? Yup

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

Nope, definitely niggaz won't get the recipe
The flow stupid, there's much more then music
What you tryna get at, homie, ya, I been through it
So don't be talkin' foolish 'cause your life you will lose it

Soon as I pull it, start to thinkin' movement
And bullets start comin' out the top
And motherfuckers start yellin' down the block
Screamin' out, 'somebody got shot' and he left the shit a mess
Ambulance gets what's left

I'm a beast with the Tec, I won't let you get a breath
If you reach then you wet from your feet to your neck
If you come around the set, you won't make it out to tell it
Pledge burnin' from the pellets, in your clothes you can smell it

No witnesses to tell it, you fuckin' with a two time felon
And feelin' to put two to your melon
And open you up, yeah, you pussies starvin' and butt
Don't want none of Buck, put your renters up, I don't give a fuck

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right

Songwriters
SMITH, JONATHAN H. / HARRIS, CIARA PRINCESS / CAMERON, JASPER TREMAINE / MUHAMMAD, BALEWA M. / LOVE, CRAIG D. / JEFFERSON, LA MARQUIS

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