Dayton Family Newspaper Lyrics:
talking: hey bob, yes tom, guess what i just
fucking heard man, whats that, dayton familys tape
there fucking talking about us man and our momma's
too,ohh yea well i got something for those fucks
im'a talk about there momma's there daddy's and
there whole fucking family there gonna wish they
never said shit about the news paper HAHAHA.

shoestringrapping: Thats right cut them lights off
we gonna ride nigga. 1996,97 night time bout 93
degree's you know how to do it baby, leaving
nigga's bloody is the nuttiest for the nine six,
more blades than OJ since my clict be pimps we
aint buying shit we 4 deep in the grand prix,
system wanna band me,Harlem Green cant stand me so
he's locking up the Family, these copa's wanna
beat ya, and they treat ya like they daddy, you
sucka motha fucka's badge busta's ya'll aint had
me,send the shots out to the journal white bitch's
i dont sleep with ya, Motha fuck your story still
cuz Shoestring rules the media,Hatdcore say no
more fuck you and your newspaper momma should have
fought you and told you not to fuck a playa,Im
talking bout the black race you bitches aint shit
but bad look, should be trying to help a nigga
instead you fuckin his name up, sayin what ya
wanna and ya gonna cuz you richa, so im'a get'ya
lying ass cuz you paint your own picture, who you
think you talking to quit fucking with dayton
avenue we aint fearin shit bitches not even the
boys in blue,Journal since you know so much theres
no reason theres no excuse tell me who killed dat,
trick, colouis and that nigga juice, it could have
been the jailbirds they say it was the ? they
hunted him like a horse and beat that boy with no
remorse,you bout to have a heart attack, bitchs J
i said that, These motha fuckin nigga's from these
hoods want they corners back,copp'as like to lie
and scheme popo's aint shit but feans, when it
comes to fucking up another motha fucka's
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dreams,boomin ready fuck the fedi and they petty
crime, see me on switches now these snitches wanna
drop a dime,copp'as in tree's on they knee's as
they creep's and crawls, no need to panic but you
busta's let'em sqeeze yo ballz,your under presure
when they sweat so you talking quick,pist off yo
bitch now she done gave the fed's yo brick, yo
mouth is bigga than the motha fuckin aligator so
fuck so system and motha fuck yo newspaper

[quorus] Girl singing: this shit that you doooo,
the shit that you sayyyyyy, wont fuck with my mind
wont fuck up my dayyy, you keep talking shit while
you catchin newpapers, so motha fuck what you
thought and motha fuck yo newspaper

Bootleg rapping: Get yo mind off Ira's business
maybe you can find you some, though bootleg wasnt
comin back i bet you bitchs feelin dumb,makin
nigga's numb cuz when i come i come like horny
men, fuckin for the first time and aint never
gonna get no ass again, hoes all in my thunderbird
and the bitch dont even know my flavor, talkin
bout my federal case bring gossip with your
friends and neighbors,bitch im to legit to quit,
breakin hoes and niggas off you want my clict to
go cuz we make you clict look weak and soft,you
niggas piss me off you know my buisness like you
know yo kids, all up in the club talking bout some
shit you heard that Ira did,bitch im just a man
out here struggalin to make his pay, life is hard
enough without your rumors standin in my way, Ira
this,Bootleg that,bitch you havin dorsey strokes,
aint got no life of your own so you hang around
all these other folks,in the ghetto is no joke,
crabs in a bucket bath, when you try to get ahead
they pull you down that aint never gone change, i
use to be nieve get caught up in what these bitchs
think, what these bitchs think didnt put no food
or dishes in my sink, dissing me like I.C.E C you
be E publicity, why you in my buisness that one
fact remains a mystery, chemistry to diss a G,why
you playa hatin me, that killa with buisness thats
everything yo bitch ass wanna be,you rappin styles
i used to rap, tappin hoes i been done
tapped,dayton aint ever changed we put this motha
fucka on the map, motha fuck yo talkin stalkin
hawkin like a play hata,i fucked yo sister and
fuck you and motha fuck yo newspaper quorus
Lyrics: Newspaper, Dayton Family [end]