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Yo,what would make a scared man pull a
The thing that's make a scared man act bigga
The same that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker
rush
On the
die fuckin wit us
Vacant lot is my and the team that I trust
So dont talk about them things if yo things dont
I knew a guy like you, his was Phillepe
Had me on
the D.A.
Tryin to out where we stay
So on my 24th
I'm up in V.A.
He dont know my guns turn
To motion
Then from motion
To no
Run up in the he hip-hoppin
shots in
Clip
If I get caught, get
And Pedro, my pesos
So he snitch while i lay low
For a week or 2
Come back peek-a-boo
You see me
I see you
And if you talk, be in ICU

Yo I know you know a lot of brothas sheisty,
Like I know a hundred brothas real,
But I think time you know how we chill.

I'd a hundred places, and nothin excites me,
Hit an hundred ho's and none of wifey.
For every thousand love me,
A hundred dont me,
So how you wit a hundred cats, and none of the

We the wit the homicides
That's got the the most dramatized
On how actually sat there and they mama die
But worry about it, you second
Wish I could get her
'cause she's the one who birth,
And we can't have no-more dirt in the
I hate to be the nigga to turn off your lights
But I'm usin a switch, and you in a ditch
Ya body fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya dicks
So ya really wanna that risk
Then un-ball ya
'cause i'm always a step ahead of
You ball ya fists, I back
Take this I got that
And that's what it's mop at
This gun is from a foreign
I don't why i got it in my hand
And I'm gonna get off every
I dont care if its or semi
If I 300 flat
That I'm gonna send a hundred cats back
300 attack
But it dont hafta be an
I'm get the gas, and get em all in 1 house, and run out
And sprinkle on the grass, and spit on it
And come to a pile of ash


Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty a quicker
We strap up the 18-wheeler
A drug dealer, cold cash, but so as
To get a stash be no task
With no mask, to get you hot and blast, than fast
My beam is on ya ass
My is on ya ass
Plottin on ya ass
That bitch you came wit stayed on that ass
For 3 and a ass
nigga we love the cash
Harlem World niggas got g's in the
No asked, time to tell
Heaven or
You dont be the nigga who be catchin the shell
Meeno, and I be the to prevail
So you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be held
MuthaFucka!!!!
baby [repeated til end]
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