J Flex Who Been There Who Done That Lyrics

Who Been There Who Done That Lyrics

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who been there, who done that

you got snapped, becuz you still rap

a million mc'z on this planet earth

better watch your back and peep the game

or you will get jerked (2x)



verse i

no question the real about d-r-e

that he's been there had me written ryhme for free

ain't trying to give a nigga no roy-yal-tee

make a mil off my shit and give me a few g'z

since way back when he was with eazy

stealing credits from snoop and the d.o.c.

can't forget barney rubbles and the d-a-z

ain't deshing on his own since 73'

worldwide

can't deinied that the fact you lie

got niggas steady working while you steady jerking

on the side it's not your style see you know what's really fowl

these niggas wonder how you do it with a smile

it's the real not out of the spike

if it wasn't for suge knight you'll be working for tamica wright

do your math before the aftermath

or feel the warth

i'm kicking for real for the niggas who don't know the half



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verse ii

young black ebenezer scrooge betray us like caeser

pocket sqeezer gas my head like some good refer

cuz' a fool gets his dope all slit

i guess i played the fool and he got what he could get

but i'm a little wiser now

so i guess he got to find another pimp-pal

and jack they style and live off they flows

he wanted me to fire my manager (what)

she was asking about my pesos

doing shit like that, you'll never be the quincey jones of rap

it only gets you wipe off the map

you out to screw

you got my loot i'm gonna sue but if you were true

you wouldn't do what you do

but instead you take other niggas ryhmes and beats

and say you did them becuz you twisted and twick

j-flex with the real

comeing from eastside of the crew

letting the whole  fucking world know who



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verse iii

i should be a millionair with mad loot to spear

but when the chopper told me that the loot wasn't there

somebody wasn't playing fair

off my ends dre was bubbleing

ain't nuthin' goin' on but the fuckin' publishing

never thought flex could read between the lies

and when i figure out your plot you act surprise

you diguise your grieves with a grin

and yet you got to pay me one day or hit the courtroom once again

"boolayall"

pay me my ends or take the fall you dying and indicining but i come raw

give me the cash and take a foot up yo azz

and bounce on through

cuz i'm a  let the world know who



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