Uh-huh lyrics

Artist  : Hitman Sammy Sam 
Song : Uh-huh



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[Verse 1]

It'll be like ran over; the impact of an 18
wheeler

There's no surviving this dirty game yet I'm the
killer

Finna gather my niggas, some gorillas, supply
they nigga

Finna make one call, they coming to get'cha, got
'em nigga

Told them Diablos take a chill, I got this
here

Mixed in the crowd, searching for ya, I'm over
here

Swear to God I ain't running I ain't never been
scared of no busta

You phony as hell, I'm ATL you from Augusta

We take this shit far as you want make a call on
you self

We can WCW Nitro and I take them damn belts



[Hook]

That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)

That nigga ain't real he be fakin ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain't he (well
uh-huh)



That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)



[Verse 2]

Wanna know what I ride, deuce deuce's, Monte
Carlo Chevy

Wanna know what's inside, AK, and I'm Ready

That nigga couldn't beat me in a tennis game with
20 arms

That nigga couldn't beat me in a shootout if he
had 50 guns

Any nigga try to help him and write his raps you
fucking up

We walk in the Bodytap you there, you ducking
us

That nigga done switch from the Nike's to them
Reebok classic's

That nigga got me so downpacked I'm laughing at
him

As far as a major company, I don't give a flyin
fuck

They ain't offering me enough cause I'm looking
at you ain't came up



[Hook]

That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)

That nigga ain't real he be fakin ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain't he (well
uh-huh)



That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)



[Verse 3]

That nigga don't know bout my city, cause he's a
country nigga

That nigga don't know we'll come get him cause we
some mobster niggas

Them niggas he got in his corner, them straight
lobster niggas

We loading up ready to ride y'all, we mafia
niggas

You think making a song with Baby D, make 'em put
me down

Who you think crunk Oomp Camp, now whose the
rookie now

I put this rock-n-roll shit against every last
label

It'll be like 4 old chairs at a brand new brass
table



[Hook]

That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)

That nigga ain't real he be fakin ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain't he (well
uh-huh)



That nigga done growed my beard ain't he
(uh-huh)

That nigga listed where I live ain't he (well
uh-huh)