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American Recordings - Riddle Lyrics

[Intro]
(Grow up, nigga)
Yeah, we with it, nigga
Yeah, we did it, nigga
We the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, nigga
Bitch
Yeah

[Chorus]
Let's get it, nigga, yeah, I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it, nigga, we the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, nigga, we don't do the joking, tell the opps that they can get it, nigga
Creep up on him blacked out, he won't know what hit him
Bitch, I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle

[Verse]
I don't got no time for your ass, you ain't my type
Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop, hand full of crack rock, I ball my fist tight
This ten inch, this very long stick, that's what your bitch like
A bitch nigga, a man who act like ho, that's what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a bitch life
[Chorus]
Let's get it, nigga, yeah, I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it, nigga, we the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, nigga, we don't do the joking, tell the opps that they can get it, nigga
Creep up on him blacked out, he won't know what hit him
Bitch, I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle