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

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[Q-Tip:] 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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