Gemini

Gemini - Tha Anthem

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[Chorus 1]

Y'all don't know who ya fuckin' wit, baby

Y'all gon' fuck around and make a nigga go crazy

Y'all don't know who ya fuckin' wit, baby

Y'all gon' fuck around and make us all go crazy

Say...

[Verse 1]

Yo

I roll wit niggas that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso

Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad

I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress

Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to leave you caught up in stress

I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come

Other niggas can talk about it, but nigga be silent wit their tongues

Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns

How they be sellin' drugs and how much niggas give `em love

Don't they know that I don't give a fuck about what they got

Braggin' about yo shit in front of me can get ya just got

I ain't playin' no games, I done said it before

I'm taking niggas' platinum plaques and puttin' my shit on they walls

I'm like the...

Best kept secret, that nobody knows

Only movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes

See some niggas out here, they only care for themselves

My and my niggas are the opposite: we catch this bread well

And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant

Never had no real cheese up in they muthafuckin' pocket

Papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold

But watch out for fake niggas, and them gold-diggin' hoes

Now these are the words that I'ma live by, till the day that I die

Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why

Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas have to ask why

Now...

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

la la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa

Now all my thug muthafuckas say...

la la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa

[Verse 2]

Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for

I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much liquor

I'm tired of niggas makin' promises they can't keep

I'm tired of all this stress that's unablin' me to sleep

I gotta...

get on top of things, make some moves in this game

Anyone can lay the track, but only I can bring the fame, and for as

long as I reign, I'ma bang on the brain

Makin' it hard for modern niggas in the streets to complain

Listen to the ones who, smoke Lala, and sniff up all the powda

And sell it for hot dollar, and don't give a fuck about nada

Gemini, the greatest, I'ma ball till I fall

And I'ma, reassure your thought with a fuckin' plaque on the wall

Mutha-fuckas...

Y'all don't know, who ya fuckin' wit, baby

Y'all don't know, who ya fuckin' wit, baby

Say...

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

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