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

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

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a
Get up in some beef niggaz end up a screw face
Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court
And all gettin' life
We can be enemies after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' 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 then 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 to crack this case
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my
I got an ill way of showin' my
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his
I'm goin' insane and y'all niggaz, hatin' my
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the 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 y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much
Uncut, can't
You me, of pussy, you bitch ass nigga
Up North, drawers off, ass nigga

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

I make a mil' [unverified], pussy much fine in
wipin' they tongues a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
new cribs still dissin' the pot
Some take change see
lookin' at Mag strangely
Find thyself, hangin' from a
But I'm a real gleeful
"Alias" is next, but nigga ain't diesel [unverified]

Yo, I used to it on the low when I was younger
But now I'm big in the game, come let me show you somethin'
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five calico with a nose
And don't know when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low
I heard the hate me 'cuz I'm so live
From o'clock to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes

Even 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 my dough flow straight
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no
That's why they down to me on radio stations and rotations
Thugs hate, everything I stand fo', hands fo'
Make fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

Laid back in the same Escalade
Run over that test the brake
Leave you the jeep and test your faith
Put it in reverse and, your face
Go to court, tell the judge the case
Go to jail, no bail, cut face
Get it nigga, you dealin' with apes
I came for the safe now me the cake, uhh

Listen, as soon I'm on the you struggle in raps
Anticipate plates, man, right where you sat
Like a nigga under your shirt, picture that
How your gonna burp when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm the shade, don't floss in the day
Niggaz think they so cold they jewelry okay
I'm hittin' hoes, like you charmin' the dame
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 curls slide under the
I'll give you sharp to raise that line in your fade
Different torn for every round that's sprayed
Puttin' hoes into 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 yo' way, nigga, I'm from V A