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

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

Yo, Mag never roll a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a face
Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court
And they all gettin'
We can be after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
on a slut, let it rain on 'em
But I'd put my brain on 'em
at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

Mag hit it then on 'em
"Alias" if you me you ride
Get in the of the Lex' and be out of your tux
Label me "Alias" from my respects to crack case
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 y'all niggaz, hatin' my
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the and plain

Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the
niggaz speak my name, off with his brain
Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs
If I sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then out Sin's too much
Uncut, can't
You remind me, of pussy, you bitch ass
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 dub sacks now just pound [unverified]
But I got a sweet for crime but never kill
I run with steel, in the house, put my dick up in Jill
Poppin' usin' the pill, never did it
I wanna see how it feel, you fuck wit' my skill

I a mil' [unverified], pussy much fine in weather
Fam's wipin' they a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs dissin' the pot
bums take change see
Neighbors lookin' at Mag
Find thyself, hangin' a tree
But I'm a real gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga 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 or a four five calico with a nose wide
And women don't know when to slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I keep hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe
I heard the hate me 'cuz I'm so live
From five o'clock to oh five sellin' quarters and dimes

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

Laid back in the same Escalade
Run over rappers that test the
Leave you under the jeep and test your
Put it in reverse and, crush your
Go to court, the judge fuck 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 show you struggle in
Anticipate nickel plates, man, where you sat
Like a panel nigga under your shirt, that
How your child's gonna burp you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, floss in the day
think they so cold like they jewelry okay
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' like you charmin' the
Crackin' up like, "Damn, one of y'all paid?"

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