Fredro Starr – Dat Be Dem Lyrics
Artist: Fredro Starr
Song: Dat Be Dem
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them
Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
Firestar move deep like the mob and them
America mafia dot com and them
The wild life, livin it up
You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
Late nights, I-95
Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
Shots howl, rollin wit kings
Thirty ninth street, B.D.’s bringin me greed
Goin uptown, coppin a war
Real sh#t, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door
Word up
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
Aiyo, the deans we don’t f#cks wit them, or rocks wit them
Before I get locked, I’mma bust shots at them
Broke b#tches never trustin them, or lustin them
Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them
After-party, sexin wit chicks
Ex-out in the mornin, still f#ckin the b#tch
Dice games 4,5,6
Well it’s a drought, n#gg#s holdin bout 4/5 bricks
The bartender hold me a gat
Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
Riker’s Island, H.T.M
On the visit n#gg#s, bringin weed taped to they
Timbs
Word up
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them
My dirty Brooklyn n#gg#s, get one’s wit them
Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that’s my dunns and them
Rob who? what my n#gg#s keep guns on them
(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM
Signal lights in the mirror, b#tches next to them
Glassware, cookin up drugs
In the club lost, lookin for love
A hundred fans, chasin them down
b#tch n#gg#s in the projects, hatin ’em now
Takin holes, a coke and ya grow
Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin sh#t and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
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Release Year: 2001