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    "It's O.K." Lyrics

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    Yeah, right about now
    I'm about to slow it up
    For that very special lady
    I see you right there
    But we about to smooth it out for you
    Right now

    Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!

    It's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, hey, we was home anyway
    It's alright, it's alright
    High, High, we was all more night

    NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my
    I'm talkin 'bout
    NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my
    Who? Who?
    NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my home
    Take my chrome, I say yo "It's On"
    If my house, I-I been here(speakin spanish too)
    Es me casa y yo viva aqui

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, check me out now
    The other day I was chillin
    In the crib with two women
    We just finished swimmin
    Now I'm ready to slid up in 'em
    They the horny type, bout to get it on
    With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm
    I'm like, "Holy Christ!"
    Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?
    I'm like "Who the fuck is this?"
    like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
    With a black mask that match
    I'm bout to blast his mask off
    Push his cabbage back
    Make spaghetti out his brain
    Cuz I'm steady with the aim
    Niggas comin sideways, gettin petty wit da game
    Musta heard about the half in the safe
    The stash in the base, iced out
    medals in the case
    Niggas comin wit da chrome
    Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out
    I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone
    I got the heat in my palm
    Nobody's seein it though
    Step your feet on my lawn
    I'm puttin 3 to ya dome!


    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, verse 2, yo
    Now I got these bitches
    Screamin fo' they life
    Peein on they nice
    Gotta funny feelin that
    They teamin on the heist
    Scheemin on the ice
    Wont get you nothin but killed
    Front if you will, get chopped up
    Stuffed in the quill
    Back to the lab, got these niggas
    After my math, these hoes try to play it off
    But they captain is back
    They must have teamed up
    With some niggas thinkin they sweet
    Like I just rapped and
    I got a ho waitin in the street
    I'm playin for keeps, I see 'em
    Creepin on the moniters
    Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers
    I burn banana clips, make all
    My victories unanimous
    I'm accurate, once I catch a peak
    Hey man, yo ass is hit!
    Now I see 'em creepin through the front door
    I think not! We exchange shots
    Like cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*}
    He busts, I bust back{*gunshot*}
    He caught one in the chest
    The other two got hit up
    In the stomache and neck{*gunshots*}
    I'm under the desk, freeloading
    Puttin slugs in the rest
    Wonderin what possessed these niggas
    To come in my rest!{*gunshots*}

    {*breathing hard*}
    You motherfuckers want a war with me?
    Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas?
    Here I come!{*gunshots*}
    Oh, shit! Motherfuckers is dead already!
    Yo, where them bitches go?
    • submitted by Caitlin
    • written by Lowell Fulsom, Louis M. Freeze, Larry Muggerud, Senen Reyes, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Sean Matthews, Jimmy Mccracklin
    • copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Bug Music

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