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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 on niggaz, don't 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 this shit
I'm to bossin' shit and offin' clips
See hood is around my way, talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave that coffin 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 it all around the project blocks
I'm sick with glocks, now get ridiculous jocks
Now filthy niggaz walkin' through your club with blunts
Grill with fronts, Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I
And figure the last niggaz that fuck us

Yo, Mag never with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some beef niggaz end up a screw face
Besides that I got a gang of P-town with court cases
And they all 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
at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

Mag hit it came 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 past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my
I got an ill way of showin' my
talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin' insane and y'all niggaz, my thang
Mag the illest spittin', fuck the simple and plain

Sin the reason why rap ain't be the same
First niggaz my name, off with his brain
Put the heat to his back, clap his collapse
If I would sell, six plat', I'm done rap
How many gotta touch, then found 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' with superstars and fuckin' them in the cocktail
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out the broom
Mag ghetto as but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound
But I got a sweet tooth for 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 fine in
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 at Mag strangely
Find thyself, hangin' from a
But I'm a life gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel

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 four five calico with a wide
And don't know when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I keep them holdin' 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 quarters and dimes

Even Magoo got a watch, I dumb
Ain't no familiars in this place I'm slingin' it from
I got wholesale weight, that low weight
Or any kind of weight make my dough flow straight
I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no fake
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'

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

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

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