Old Rooga (2 Coo Mix)
First and foremost you niggas is pussy if you diss on the dead
Niggas try and get some cool points on some shit they ain't did
We are not cut from the same cloth
This a different thread we live by that code
Is to never talk to the feds
I ain't tryna meet especially if ain't bout making ends
Bet you if she fucking wit 2 coo she gone leave her man
Had to let her know I can't waste time I'm a busy man
I love the features in her face I ain't with the romance
She with Written In Stone when she told you she had no plans
Made her bring a group like Diddy I had to make a band
Soon as I'm done I'm sliding
Back to making bands
Feature Prices about to go up
Gone cost to shake my hand
I'd bet they love me if I was the old me
Tell you the truth you new shit ain't fucking with the old me
Niggas out here playing gangsta but they do it low key
Niggas be scared to come outside rest peace mo 3
Niggas is really rats you let niggas run off with ya cheese
Don't understand that
You dead from getting money till you show me where that man at
Give 'em the noose
And put it right where ya neck at
And to you rappers my time is now
Nigga fuck a next
Niggas try and get some cool points on some shit they ain't did
We are not cut from the same cloth
This a different thread we live by that code
Is to never talk to the feds
I ain't tryna meet especially if ain't bout making ends
Bet you if she fucking wit 2 coo she gone leave her man
Had to let her know I can't waste time I'm a busy man
I love the features in her face I ain't with the romance
She with Written In Stone when she told you she had no plans
Made her bring a group like Diddy I had to make a band
Soon as I'm done I'm sliding
Back to making bands
Feature Prices about to go up
Gone cost to shake my hand
I'd bet they love me if I was the old me
Tell you the truth you new shit ain't fucking with the old me
Niggas out here playing gangsta but they do it low key
Niggas be scared to come outside rest peace mo 3
Niggas is really rats you let niggas run off with ya cheese
Don't understand that
You dead from getting money till you show me where that man at
Give 'em the noose
And put it right where ya neck at
And to you rappers my time is now
Nigga fuck a next
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Writer(s): Terry Harris
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