Q-Tip, Free Murda - Just a Lil Dude (Who Dat Ovah There) lyrics
[Q-Tip, Free Murda - Just a Lil Dude Who Dat Ovah There lyrics]
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
Breed of young boy
Not disrupted 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
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
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
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
Phony niggas talk bull
But I know they don't kill
And they know it's for real
But I hope they don't squeal
They hold me bigger than a bull
To left my home alone grail
Only trigger that he pull
Is on the Home Depot 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
VI 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
When the 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
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
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
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
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
Breed of young boy
Not disrupted 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
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
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
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
Phony niggas talk bull
But I know they don't kill
And they know it's for real
But I hope they don't squeal
They hold me bigger than a bull
To left my home alone grail
Only trigger that he pull
Is on the Home Depot 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
VI 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
When the 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
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
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
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