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

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

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag with a two-case
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a face
Besides that I got a gang of P-town with court cases
And they all gettin'
We can be enemies after 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 with me you
Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of tux
Label me "Alias" from my respects to crack this
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, at my face
I got an ill way of my pain
Fuck how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin' insane and niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest spittin', fuck the simple and plain

Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the
First niggaz speak my name, off his brain
Put the to his back, clap his lungs collapse
If I sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, found out Sin's too much
Uncut, can't
You me, of pussy, you bitch ass nigga
Up North, drawers off, snitch ass

Now I'm hangin' superstars and fuckin' them in the cocktail room
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out with the
Mag ghetto as but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound
But I got a sweet for crime but never kill
I run with steel, in the house, put my dick up in Jill
usin' the pill, never did it before
I wanna see how it feel, when you wit' my skill

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

Yo, I to keep it on the low when I was younger
But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five with a nose wide
And women don't know when to slow
My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro
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

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

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

Listen, as I'm on the show you struggle in raps
Anticipate nickel plates, man, where you sat
a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that
How your child's burp when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, don't in the day
Niggaz think they so cold they jewelry okay
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' you charmin' the dame
Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of paid?"

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