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"Man Down"
[performed by Yung Booke, T.I., Young Dro]


[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 1:]
Man down, I was raised up on gun sounds
Case one, no one talkin, no trace on it
Fuck shit, my young niggas with it
Pack it, I'm layin it down
For your soul, imagine what they would do for a couple thou (each)
And for somethin extra, add pressure
It get even worse, a home invasion
Destruction and all type of murder
Back spazzin, I'm on my Chicago Bullshit (I'm D.Rose)
Not here to no start some mess, now I gotta hear this shit again
Just got a revolver, and I can't wait to give that bitch a spin
I'm a body a nigga, and me and his bitch gone fly to Switzerland
Broke niggas envy me, simply because I am the S-H-I-T
Something that they can't be
The weed man get all my money, he rich off me
I know some niggas, younger than me that's rich off D
Nigga on that fuck shit,
Try my brother now he R.I.P.
I'm screaming free the homies, fuck the police

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 2:]
All I know, stack my dough
Burn rubber cause while I slang my blow
G code nigga, play the game how it go
I'm a pimp, never see me actin lame bout a ho
Young niggas in the gang, we done trained them to go
The poor kick door, leave brains on the floor
No bullshit, nigga fuck the fame, get the dough
Bunch of lean on the plane, cocaine on the boat
Nigga say he wanna smoke while I Bring in my O
Hell nah, don't you know I said bails of the O?
I don't break shit down, let's straighten this now
I'm a rake this trap and I'm a take this town
I got a bunch of niggas on that fuck shit
So niggas talkin slick they get busted
Hold up, I got something fo yo fuck ass
Put the.357 on yo mustache
And nigga fuck you say?
And nigga fuck you thought?
Better take that fuck shit elsewhere
Fuck boy hell you talkin bout?
The clique forreal, and we all ride
Whips are fresher than y'all rides
Pissin all over ya'll pride
Hustle Gang, we got mob ties

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 3:]
Fuck shit, you'll get hit in yo bone marrow
Ain't no gun shit, you get split with bow and arrows
I done told you twice I'm goin poltergeist
You faker than yo ice, need some more tonight
I'm a fool, red bottle cool, chillin with a bitch
Matter fact man I'm bringin out the Porsche tonight
I got stripes on my back, I'm a goddamn killer
I'm the thrilla in Manilla, dancing lizard
Hoping out that motherfucker, sippin on sizzurp
Fuck what you hizzerd my wrist cost a bizzerk
Torpedo, gonna blow over yo car
And you know not to come run up on us
Shoot you in the face, two to the waist
Three to the knees and one for yo boy in the car
They be Dro, a you takin too long
What kinda routes are you taking me on?
I'm workin I'm workin and now I'm gonna fuck shit
I'm up in the studio spittin these bars
Tell them fuck niggas to ring the alarm
I'm a put down my pistol and pick up a missile and drop napalm
Take off they arm
Then make yo bitch give me head with her tongue

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Thanks to Ty (Twarren1522@gmail.com) for correcting these lyrics]

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