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Half Time 2010
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Half Time 2010 was released on July 20, 2010 by Ether Boy Records as a part of the album Etherlibrium
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Release DateJuly 20, 2010
LabelEther Boy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

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Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, let me get those in a size 10
Matter of fact, let me get two of those
As soon as those get scuffed, I need you to throw on a fresh pair
Matter of fact, let me get that fitted right there
Yeah, that's gon' look mean
Yeah, yeah
After I go get this hair line and shit
Yo, let me get that too, right there
I'm in the Aston knocking the big
He used to be my man, how he gon' plot on my crib?
We was young, cooking up with the pot in the crib
It's in his girl house, ****, if it ain't in his crib
Thank God I got the fours in there, sliding doors in there
Clown thinking that the raws in there
I overheard 'em talking when they was shopping on Fordham
Grab the .44s, we can go spray all 'em
See, my homegirl Jess is the cashier
She warned me about these two grimy **** doing stick ups last year
Um, the kicks don't match but the cap here, the MAC here
I ain't tryna get kidnapped here
See, his man right there is the shooter, he probably got the Ruger
Hold on, son, let me school ya
Back in the days, he used to smack **** up
He on his grown shit now, clap **** up
What the fuck? A **** can't make a couple grand?
Lay up in the sand with a chick with a nice tan
Uh, Grey Goose and a little cran'
With a bitch who don't give a fuck about her man
Ma ain't say it would be days like this
So we went to 405th, got the haze like this
We was only fourteen moving trays like this
Now I go and see George, tell him glaze my wrist
I ain't eating and they gotta die, yo
So let's catch 'em slipping when they coming out of Flor de Mayo
Think we drunk off of two Nutcrackers?
You **** is wilding, better send two sluts to whack us
My man, let me get the Mugu guy pair
Tell them five I'm tryna get my hands on that Cayenne
The new one, stash box with the new gun
I saw them before they even knew, son
He with two **** or maybe even three ****
It's hard to look through that glass and see ****
Pass the weed, ****, I'm tryna leave ****
And when they come out, we pop and flee, ****
I see **** on they medium shit, I'm on my ether-librium shit
Hit L.A. on the B-B-M shit
Told 'em bring the arsenal with the beams and the shit
Bodies gon' homicide, won't be cleaning up shit
Took his weed, start flicking the ash out
Turned to the left side of his face, my man had the mag out
I guess his other man gon' run 'til he pass out
But one shot from the Ruger blow his back out
But one **** I knew, damn, duke
When you came home, bought you tees and Nike boots
Yeah, I know, but I ain't got no dough
And my man put me on, said you get fifty grand a show
Yo, I could've put you on, got you right
And besides, you wouldn't have to die tonight
Aight, just let me live and be a soldier for you
You ain't gotta hold guns, I can hold it for you
Any beef you got, I can load it for you
Any work uptown, let me control it for you
Fam, don't move no inches
Please stop talking, got the nine right the appendix
Put your head on eighth, body on Lennox
You'll be gone before I finish this sentence
Don't fuck with R-O-N to the B-R-O-W, sheesh
Damn, he was a good kid
Should've stayed in school, haha
Written by: Large Professor, Rondell Turner
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