Dat Be Dem Lyrics by Fredro Starr

Dat Be Dem Lyrics

    feat. begetz

    [chorus 2x: begetz]
    We them killas that you read about
    Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
    Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
    Takin other people money is what we all about

    [fredro starr]
    Aiyo, i roll wit the gods and them, the stars and them
    Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
    Firestarr move deep like the mob and them
    America mafia dot com and them
    (yo, dat be dem) the wild life, livin it up
    You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
    (yo, dat be dem) late nights, i-95
    Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
    (yo, dat be dem) shots howl, rollin wit kings
    Thirty ninth street, b.d.'s bringin me greed
    (yo, dat be dem) goin uptown, coppin a war
    Real shit, dominicans wit they glocks at the door
    Word up

    [chorus 2x]

    [fredro starr]
    Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them
    Before i get locked, i'mma bust shots at them
    Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them
    Pushin the back pocks so i can bust in them
    (but, dat be dem) after-party, sexin wit chicks
    Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch
    (but, dat be dem) dice games: 4,5,6
    Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks
    (but, dat be dem) the bartender hold me a gat
    Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
    (but, dat be dem) riker's island, h.t.m.
    On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they timbs
    Word up

    [chorus 2x]

    [fredro starr]
    Wild life, killa queens, ya runs wit them
    My dirty brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them
    Ferrari drop behind the rover, that's my dunns and them
    Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them
    (dat be dem) x-5, gbm
    Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them
    (dat be dem) glassware, cookin up drugs
    In the club lost, lookin for love
    (dat be dem) a hundred fans, chasin them down
    Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now
    (dat be dem) takin holes, a coke and ya grow
    Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes

    [chorus to fade]


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