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Yo, who wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug
You know that thug that's to doin' it out the dub
I go on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers
Staff on niggaz, get for all you niggaz
Yo, I ain't tryna shit straight up I walk this shit
I'm to bossin' shit and offin' clips
See hood is around my way, they often quick
To us you spit, and leave that nigga shit

See we gang, we never it in the streets, I slang
Peeps I train to hustle, get it out names
Let me bang and it all around the project blocks
I'm sick glocks, now bitches get ridiculous jocks
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your with blunts
Grill fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks from the bitches and the I crush
And figure the last niggaz that fuck us

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw
Besides I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases
And they all life
We can be after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
Piss on a slut, let it on 'em
But I'd rather put my on 'em
Look at the bitch, she got a on 'em

Mag hit it came on 'em
"Alias" if you me you ride
Get in the back of the and be out of your tux
Label me "Alias" my respects to crack this case
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my
I got an ill way of my pain
talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin' and y'all niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin', the simple and plain

Sin the reason why rap gon' be the same
First niggaz speak my name, off with his
Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs
If I would sell, six plat', I'm with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out too much
Uncut, touch
You remind me, of pussy, you ass nigga
Up North, drawers off, ass nigga

Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' in the cocktail room
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out the broom
Mag as ever but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just [unverified]
But I got a sweet tooth for but never kill
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my up in Jill
Poppin' the pill, never did it before
I see how it feel, when you fuck wit' my skill

I make a mil' [unverified], much fine in weather
Fam's wipin' they tongues a
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs still the pot
Some bums take see
Neighbors lookin' at Mag
Find thyself, from a tree
But I'm a real life
"Alias" is next, but that ain't diesel [unverified]

Yo, I to keep it on the low when I was younger
But now I'm big boss in the game, let me show you somethin'
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five calico a nose wide
And women know when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, with my hidin'
I keep them hookers my fort, and keep a low vibe
I heard the feds hate me I'm so live
From five o'clock to four oh five sellin' and dimes

Even Magoo got a watch, I ain't
Ain't no familiars in this where I'm slingin' it from
I got wholesale weight, low sale weight
Or any kind of that make my dough flow straight
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no
That's why they down to play me on stations and rotations
Thugs hate, everything I fo', throw hands fo'
plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

Laid in the same colored Escalade
Run over rappers that test the
Leave you under the jeep and your faith
Put it in reverse and, your face
Go to court, tell the judge fuck the
Go to jail, no bail, cut your
Get it right nigga, you dealin' with
I for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

Listen, as soon I'm on the you struggle in raps
nickel plates, man, right where you sat
Like a panel nigga under shirt, picture that
How your child's gonna when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, floss in the day
Niggaz think they so cold like they okay
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' like you charmin' the
Crackin' up like, "Damn, one of y'all paid?"

A pretty boy got hookers that the blows don't trade
That's the day that the slide under the braid
I'll give you somethin' sharp to raise that line in fade
Different ligaments for every round that's sprayed
Puttin' hoes groups and spittin' them up like Jake
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through
I'll hop thru, pop somethin' in Dave
I ain't from around yo' way, nigga, I'm V A