Don't Let Em Fool Ya Lyrics

Spm Don't Let Em Fool Ya

Chorus:
Don't Let Them FoolYa
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue uh
You know you know. [x2]

Verse 1: [Baby Bash:]
Now you be livin' that fast track
Chasin' that ass crack
I be makin' my money f..ckin' with the Jones & Nasdaq
We be blowin' on fat sacks
& catchin' amnesia with these heaters
Makin' believers out of haters & cheaters
You know that violence interupts my dope trade
I just do the herb no cocaine
Don't be afraid boy
To be all about your bread boy
But watch the devil cause the devil he's decoy
Destroy all the hate in your veins
Count your change & rearrange
Them games is played out man
Them dirty mess they to stop it but I'm a player profit
I get the dope cook it up & rechop it.

Chorus:
Don't Let Them FoolYa
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue uh
You know you know. [x2]

Verse 2 [South Park Mexican:]
Smokin' smelly
Put a hole in your belly
You wan't to test us oh really
Got a call on my celley
They want to bury us
Ha ha, You f..ckin' haters sound hilarious
The craziest, I turn the brave to the scariest
Smoke water & get wetter than Aquarius
Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets
I chop a bird & cook 36 Chicken Nuggets
My future is clear just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda
If you jealous listen up fellas
It's no problem to show you where hell is.

Chorus:
Don't Let Them FoolYa
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue uh
You know you know. [x2]

Verse 3: [Rasheed:]
While some niggas is stickin' with ya
Your murder is bein' choreographed
Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh
When the muthafuckin' smoke clears
Niggas broke hear
Chokin' hangin' like chandliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Makin' my face crack
But blaze that Rasheed Dope House killer
Keep it comin' back or runnin' back
With a ball & chain in my hand
Ain't no substain
The man with the vision of the galexy span.

Verse 4: [Low-G:]
Respect that
It's the million dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my line & get your head cracked
Yeah yeah ya tu saves qien soy
Don't sweat me boy
Ya tu saves donde estoy
I'm on the Hunt G
The only street with the palm tree's
It's Low-G
I only rap about what's done G
You can't stop me
Came to your city on a donkey
The savior I'm bringin' back the wet flavor.

Chorus:
Don't Let Them FoolYa
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue uh
You know you know. [x2]

[South Park Mexican:]
He's on crack
She's on snow
He's so old he can't f..ck no mo'
She's a whore
He's a snitch
Most of my niggas dyin' over a bitch.