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Yo, who wanna wreck you the iller thug, super killer thug
You know that thug that's used to it out the dub
I go Shaft on niggaz, make me have to call my killers
on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz
Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this
I'm used to bossin' and offin' clips
See hood is around my way, they talk often
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 spread it all around the blocks
I'm sick with glocks, now bitches get jocks
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your with blunts
Grill fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks the bitches and the niggaz I crush
And figure the last niggaz that fuck us

Yo, Mag roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some niggaz end up with a screw face
that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases
And they all life
We can be enemies fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
on a slut, let it rain 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 me you ride
Get in the back of the and be out of your tux
Label me "Alias" from my to crack this case
I'm bein' berserk, nigga, look at my face
I got an ill way of showin' my
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag out his brain
I'm insane and y'all niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin', the simple and plain

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

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

I make a [unverified], pussy much fine in weather
wipin' they tongues a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs dissin' the pot
bums take 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 [unverified]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low 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 five calico with a nose wide
And women don't know when to slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe
I the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so live
From five to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes

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

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

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

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