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Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Kendrick Lamar - What The Deal Lyrics

If I Gotta Ride, Then Youse Gonna Die
I Hope Niggas Ain’t Really 
Tryna Break My Bones, Cause If You Are
Make Sure You Know 

What Nickname 
You Want For That Tombstone
Play Hard As A Rock, 
Bullets Can Break Stones

Beak Bad Boys Down Like 
Jimmy Did Sean Combs
I’m Hot As An Oven, 
You Just A Pressing Comb

Not Impressed, Homes, 
You Should’ve Stayed Home
And Pray That Rooftop Block 
You From Getting Shitted On

I Gives A F**k If A&R’s 
Don’t Pick Up The Phone
I Swear It’s No One Like Me,
But If It Is

Then I’ve Got A Long-Lost Twin, 
Sort Of Made Me A Goon
I Don’t Care About Friends, 
I Was Made To Be On My Own

I Came In This World By Myself, 
And I’m Leaving Alone
Hopefully With A Crib 
That I Can Call My Own

With A Backyard The Size Of 
The F**king Georgia Dome, Pop
You Pop Shit And 
I Might Pop Your Dome

Give Your Homies A Reason 
To Make A Memory Stone
Niggas Weird, They Love 
When The Beef Is On

Knowing That Plummet 
Time The Only Time He’ll Roam
You’d Better Hold Your Breath, 
I’ll Give You A Walkthrough Death

And Recommend 
The Gun Being Your Chaperone
I Know Young Niggas 
That Look Up To Al Capone

And They Look 17, But I Swear 
That They Mind Is Grown
I’m So Grown, And The Reason 
I Write This Way

Pac And Big Ghostwriting My Songs
You Can Play The Boss, 
But If You Get Shot From Being On Top
Then Homie, That’s Your Loss

Shit, I’m Nice With It
I’ll Pop Your Man Then Leave
 Some Money On Him
So He Can Pay For His Funeral Costs Get It?

These Niggas Tryna Get Money Like Fort Knox
Either From The Rap Shit Or 
Back Down To The Cut Rock
And You Can Play A Baller

But Deep Inside You Know You’re Just An Actor
Yeah, Something Like Rick Ware
You Ain’t A Thug, Homie, You Just A Fox
And I’m Mr. Werewolf 

Somewhere In The Boondocks
And I’m Really From The Street, 
So If I Ask For Beef, Homie
Don’t Bring No Pork Chops

I’ll Turn Your Skin To Pork, 
Homie, With One Chop
With A Rusty Switchblade 
That’s Dirty Like Bums’ Socks

They Say The Flow Is Crack, So Wherever I Rap
Best Believe You Can Call It A Dope Spot, Bitch
I Swear I’m Gon’ Ride… And He’s Gotta Die

Bitch, It’s That Compton Shit, Niggas
Okay… Okay…
Money By Any Means, Nigga…

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