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Elakelaiset - Intro lyrics
[Low G]
 Yepa, Yepa, homeboy
 It's the Lone Star Rida, Low G
 Real life, real lyrics
 Happy P, El Coyote
 The real, recognize the real
 Dope House Records
 Dope sells itself, always
 Fuck a friend, fuck a hoe
 I'm here til I go
 It ain't about money, it ain't about fame
 It's about family
 Damn, we so close, but these niggas don't understand
 We came from so far
 [Happy P]
 You can love me or hate me
 It's all gravy
 Mama couldn't raise me
 And dope fiends paid me
 Took what I learned in the streets to make beats
 One million dollars later, still smokin' Swisher Sweets
 And I remember way back, way back in the ghetto
 See as far as I can remember niggas called me Hap.
 See as far as I can remember I was po' and broke
 No money in my pocket and no weed to smoke
 But now thangs changed, see it's been a little better lately
 The greatest blessin' in my life has been my baby (huh)
 Cuz I ain't never known love like that
 And ain't no angel up above like thatElakelaiset - Intro - http://motolyrics.com/elakelaiset/intro-lyrics.html
 And I pray
 That she don't have to see the things I saw
 Too many murdered friends and niggas behind bars
 Wit cut-throat niggas, scandalous ass bitches
 Niggas blowin' they brains out, so vicious
 Fake niggas, kickin' niggas doors down
 For what?
 Just to brag when some hoes around
 And you call yourself a gangsta, a hustla, a playa? (huh)
 That ain't nothing if The Lord ain't yo Savior
 So I kick back, and put my heart on this gat
 And everything I say be silent, so that's that
 And we blessed, foo, so let's bow my niggas (huh)
 That's why I made this here for all of my niggas 
 [SPM]
 A biggie bang to the boogie woogie shoobeedoowap
 I'm doin' 120 racin' this {new eye rop}?
 I'm a worka in the dirtiest game on planet earth-a
 I sip the shit that come in a little jar of Gerber
 Table turner, sellin' pearl-a
 Smoke in my nerve-a
 I'm 1-800-MURDER, I packs the Big Bertha
 Boys lookin' at me funny, my palm get sweaty
 You bitches cryin' over spilled spaghetti
 You can ask my gal, I used to be broke as hell
 I couldn't pay my doctor for my in-grown toe nail
 And it's a trip, cuz I ain't even broke a sweat
 But if I turn around, you see my back is soakin' wet








