Q-Tip - Just A Lil Dude (Who Dat Ovah There) lyrics

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Bodies in the street, killing over head

Marvel at the sky, as it turn blood red

Peelin' caps back til the white meat show

This is natural, for the little Afro

Pressure bust pipes, minds is feeling up

And when I lay it down, you ain't never getting up

Revenge is on my frequency dialing

Prayers for these fools, well it ain't worth wilding

You say that you a Samurai? Whatever

I'm fueled with my father, he's inside me forever

Ya'll ain't never seen this greedy young boy

Not constructed by girls, by games, by joy

See I'mma think for ya, I'mma think for me

Out think the enemy, constantly

It's murder on the rocks, slinging niggas on the roads

Citizens take cover as I shit on patrol

[Chorus x3: Q-Tip]

When they see me, they say 'Who that over there?'

Just a lil' dude with a head full of hair

Just a lil' dude, not a god damn care

Just a lil' dude, so you best to beware

[Free Murda:]

Phony niggas talk bull, but I know they don't kill

And they know it's for real, but I hope they don't squeel

They hold me bigger than a bull, to left my home alone grail

Only trigger that he pull, is on the hungry pope drill

Show you how the coke feel, four in yo dome, now go chill

He ain't never gettin' up like O did with no pills

V.I. pop stars, I'm strapped like Bokeem

Gettin' shot, pa, no turn back with those keys

Try'nna shop hard, bigger than obese

And I say I cop cars, I ain't talking bout the police

Nigga broke, pockets look like the ears of Odie

From Garfield, know how my heart feel

Winter Benz, stop the rims, do cartwheels

Now I'm the Man, like Meth from Park Hill

Bring a pound, cuz I smoke trees, a little hash too

Break ya down, so I can put weed in little capsules

[Chorus x3]

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