Room 112 Lyrics

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Any nigga hating they can go to hell

They say they really got it but it's hard to tell

She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell

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Any nigga hating they can go to hell

They say they really got it

But it's hard to tell

She tryna link tonight told her hit my cell

I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell

I got more flavor than Flava Flav

Nine albums you can check how much game I gave

They say I'm off the chain a nigga ain't a slave

I guess they ain't gonna feel me til I'm in a Wraith

Look let me tell you how it feel

Young nigga out the field

Really made this shit real

Where I'm from you gotta eat what you kill

I need a crib in Baldwin Hills

Each level I get the chills

Any nigga hating they can go to hell

They say they really got it but it's hard to tell

She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell

I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell

I ain't gotta say it bitch you know I'm classy

A cool nigga but I don't never put nothing past me

The ones that ain't really got it be too flashy

I don't take threats serious if you ain't at me

Little nigga I'm living good I don't do no beefs

You only catch me chopping blades when I'm in the streets

I don't really fuck with niggas in the industry

They quick to jump on the dicks of yo enemies

Any nigga hating they can go to hell

They say they really got it but it's hard to tell

She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell

I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell

Sports cars parked outside this the fast life

I like fast money she the fast type

Yeah she the fast type

Uh she the fast type