Group Home - Stupid Muthaf**as lyrics

[intro] Yes my name is clarice My husband I think he is f**in the avon lady That comes through every day Could you tell me how can I not be a stupid b**h? {f** the mail man, you stupid muthaf**a} Where my b**hes at? Chorus: lil dap (repeat 3x) These stupid muthaf**as wanna f** with me, f** with me And get that a** torn up see Cuz my success, rings from the top of hip hop One day, will rule the game, in the game of hip hop {lil dap} You 3 times around the world, were we plannin the mark Settin the art, n***as gettin torn apart Cuz my cd flow through your blood stream yo Cuz n***as is shook to see a little n***a come back Blowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks react Let's take it back, in the group home talkin with mack These hoes with tracks, can't f** around with lil dap Yo 30 minutes to war, and we ready to get it on These bati boy, jet like n***as beefin for rap Grab my nina from the back, smack that sh** outta her black Ready to attack, group home is strong like that Watch your back, cuz you made it on like that Chorus 3x {melachi the nutcracker} Aiyo I break date, concentrate on how to make One million straight, by the y2k Eight mob, puttin s**as on their jobs People got robber trying to flash j**els at bars Roster farayan yellin go select a I'm the nutcracker, and you know I teach ya Comin from the burks, of street regulator Rhymes out the ash, I dig in my stash Punks through the dash, cuz you get slashed fast 12 o'clock ma**, kneel down and pray Like my man ray, I got the right one ba-bay So say what you say, or say it in my face I'm like an open case, with no clues to trace Face your defeat, I would like you to meet This punk a** clown who walk down the street Chorus 2x {lil dap} Yo n***as really don't wanna f** with me Stains like jeans, to tear that a** out the front key My history of rap, got me comin back with the gat I sing on tracks, my ghetto audience they react When I rap, these 89 n***as they bring it back Like dippin in the club, you and your team you rub a dub Press prenub, watch these n***as run the f** out Without a doubt, I hope these n***as ate there pea sprouts Comin from brooklyn, yo we explore to get it on Comin from different boroughs and we flauntin the sh** If these n***as try to act up, we be packin sh** Diggin the drop, the dread set watchin this Walk the streets, serious, but understand this My halomic swing got them kinda lost in the source These are the days, the 90's and we got to get paid On my n***as, we shine like diamonds on a ring Chorus 4.5x [outro] Straight like that, straight like that Uh, straight like that