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Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer
You know that that's used to doin' it out the dub
I go Shaft on niggaz, 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 used to bossin' shit and clips
See hood is around my way, talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave that nigga shit

See we gang, we bought it in the streets, I slang
Peeps I to hustle, get it take 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 club with blunts
Grill with fronts, keep on the spill for months
I get trucks from the bitches and the I crush
And the last niggaz that fuck with us

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll 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 life
We can be enemies fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
Piss on a slut, let it on 'em
But I'd put my brain 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 this case
I'm past 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 goin' insane and y'all niggaz, my thang
Mag the nigga spittin', fuck the simple and plain

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

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

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

Yo, I used to 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 slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I keep them 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

Even got a watch, I ain't dumb
Ain't no familiars in this place 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, I stand fo', throw hands fo'
Make plans fo', roll on yo' fo'

back in the same colored 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' 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, right you sat
Like a panel nigga under your shirt, that
How child's gonna burp 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 hoes, respondin' like you charmin' the dame
up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"

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