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

See we gang, we bought it in the streets, I slang
Peeps I train to hustle, get it out names
Let me and spread it all around the project blocks
I'm sick glocks, now bitches get ridiculous jocks
Now filthy niggaz walkin' through your club with blunts
Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for
I get trucks from the and the niggaz I crush
And figure the last niggaz fuck with us

Yo, Mag roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a face
Besides that I got a of P-town niggaz with court cases
And all gettin' life
We can be enemies after 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 with me you
Get in the back of the and be out of your tux
Label me "Alias" from my respects to crack this
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, 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 be the same
First niggaz speak my name, off with his
Put the heat to his back, his lungs collapse
If I sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out too much
Uncut, can't
You remind me, of pussy, you bitch ass
Up North, off, snitch ass nigga

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

I make a mil' [unverified], pussy fine in weather
wipin' they tongues a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs still the pot
bums take change see
Neighbors lookin' at Mag
thyself, hangin' from a tree
But I'm a real gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't [unverified]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was
But now I'm big boss in the game, let me show you somethin'
So need is a tech or a four five calico with a nose wide
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 a low vibe
I heard the feds hate me I'm so live
From five o'clock to four oh sellin' quarters and dimes

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

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

Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in
Anticipate plates, man, right where you sat
Like a panel nigga under shirt, picture that
How child's gonna burp when 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 that the blows don't trade
That's the day that the curls under the braid
I'll give you somethin' to raise that line in your fade
Different ligaments torn for round that's sprayed
Puttin' hoes into groups and spittin' up like Jake
Du-rags ain't safe, skip through waves
I'll hop thru, pop somethin' in Dave
I ain't from yo' way, nigga, I'm from V A