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Ughh, ughh,
This is seigel
That cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em
Haters how I got a position with rock
'cause I listen to the lox and I listen then
While you sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the box with fox, glistenin' watch
steel gray, lexus, gs-4
That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the
I'm routin' down south, for my aim is to
Eight cylinder, 'fuck the law!'

Got a tank full of gas, full of cash
in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't us
We bubble down atl and hit the
Then get clubbed some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your thugs
shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, stay on thugs
You know how mac play, town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the
front you a cue if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it
'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while goin' to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the
And you weak ass only buss out the fear
I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never in their ear
Twist your shit back, 'til my gats is back
Pack four like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, drop six
eye seven come out? shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
Soakin' the seat, drunk with glee
Or the bar, grill simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you chasin' your how hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money it's they money
Slap 500 on of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed and cds

bleek]
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote
Here to shut down whole operation on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe they bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred viles, playin' the benj'
Nickel gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' up
Who the fuck want what? me and trumped up
Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you squeeze on me
You niggas cats got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, the stadium for in stores
Floss and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you
die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in heart you scream
I your body languo
You want violence and don't wanna
You want a challange get it to for every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet
Ya up front dough and your six out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light gray shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the
Then I show a little and breeze past the cops
You talk but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your
Shit, I'm in the v ballin' them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock'
You know na na rock that shit, that shit
And scotch shit, dolce gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you to aim
Pop shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that
Channel and ostrich shit, whoa
You my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little dick some ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas real
Well, fuck, I let 'em and lick the tip of my shit
To 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them
Goddess mc, y'all is littles foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a nigga
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I styles on,
Wear y'all out then air out
Over here? hustle where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the