None to die for chords by Brotha Lynch Hung
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You can call me Ex
Verse 1
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With a clique what consist
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s of hardcore niggas
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and sick made sisters
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See bitches play cheap
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and enemies play for
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It's why I keep my clique deep and, uh,
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my trustee in reach
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Now everybody wants love, they say
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Niggas tryin' to mix with bitches like
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O .J. and
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Tanqueray
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I heard of
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Sprung's dumb motherfuckers
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Committin' murder over bitches
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not givin' two shits about how to dick it
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I heard of too much of how
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your man love you
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While these freaks is gettin' beat
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until they black and blue
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Em
True, true,
there's not enough folks I trust
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There's too,
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too much of them and not enough of us
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
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find a proper wo man
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Hearin' this atmospheric fear
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and helicopters hummin'
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And how am I supposed to find
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the love they talk of
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When all my homies got to say is,
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they ain't no love
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Em
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I ain't never seen one of that
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I ain't never seen one of that
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I ain't never met one of that
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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I ain't never felt one of that
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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You can do that, oh, bullshit
Bullshit
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I need a woman dedicated,
and down for the premeditated
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And when it comes to sex, gets triple
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X rated
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Who can move with the grace of an assassin,
used to packing
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With eyes like black velvet
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and skin like satin
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Possessed in a certain ruthlessness
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An understanding of the evil that
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men do when she coup with us
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But all this gangster shit aside
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Hardcore is worthless if there
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ain't no love, right?
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Em
I want a woman of substance,
plus of intellect
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Who demands, nah,
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I mean com mands respect
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I'm one who can put
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all these haters in check
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And one who understands
the power of her sex
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And oh I know, I got requisites
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She gotta stand on her own
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and not play the bitch
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She got something on her mind,
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she better say the shit
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She come with lies and deceit,
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but I don't play that shit
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Em
You see I ain't met a woman
on my diaper yet
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Mine's gotta look fine up in a
Teflon vest
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She gotta smoke more
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cess than I could ingest
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Plus look up in a vest and not choke up in
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And sleep beside the deck, nah
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Find baby doll all in my arms and with
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the breath on my neck
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I need a woman and a bitch
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who ain't afraid of death
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I mean who knows what she wants
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and won't take no lessons
Ain't none to die
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I ain't never seen one to die for
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Nev er seen one to die for
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I ain't never met one to die for
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I ain't never felt one to die for
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Never felt one to die for
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I can do that whole bullshit
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Yeah
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Hotel, motel, holiday weekend
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Took her to the room,
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baby, sipped this gin
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She was off the hook and it
was fifteen after ten
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I mean I could hit this motherfucker,
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get some more drink and hit it again
And again
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Till my back fold,
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bite you on the neck
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And I'm out the back door
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Call me the black vampire
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of the neighborhood
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But I wouldn't eat you lest
the flavor's good
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But I was like damn,
all this time she had another man
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I knew I was
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her weekend rendezvous
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In her life, I was like hittin' off
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some green weed
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Speakin' of green weed, hit the weed
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and get between the sheets
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Meet ya at the back of the
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mattress where the headboards at
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Ayy, cause I'm a dog that don't
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wanna have to chase no cat
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Stay cautious,
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cause my wallet got some cheese in it
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And a twenty sack of weed in it
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And I'm off that hate,
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broke bitches are the craziest
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She knew I was high, so she took my shit
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But she didn't know I had that nine
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with the extra clip
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And she better leave this town,
cause
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I'ma kill that bitch
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See, I ain't met me a top -notch,
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I'm -a die for ya
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See, ma, gotta be ready to give me
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my bulletproof vest
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And, uh, smoke more weed
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than I can ingest
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And make that cheese so a nigga don't
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have to smoke that stress
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I ain't never seen one to die for
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Never seen one to die
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I ain't never met one to die for
Yeah
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I ain't never felt one to die for
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Never felt one to die
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You can do that
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Shit!
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Settle
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O 'Keefe's never seen
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one to die for
Lynch
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Hung's never met one to die for
First
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Degrees never felt one to die for
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You can do that
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Shit!
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I'll
None to die for
Brotha lynch hung
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