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Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, killer thug
You know thug that's used to doin' it out the dub
I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to 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' and offin' clips
See hood is my way, they talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin

See we gang, we never bought it in the streets, I
Peeps I train to hustle, get it out names
Let me bang and spread it all the project blocks
I'm sick with glocks, now bitches get ridiculous
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your with blunts
with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months
I get from the bitches and the niggaz I crush
And the last niggaz that 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 gang of P-town niggaz with court
And they all life
We can be enemies after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' 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 came 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, 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, hatin' my
Mag the illest spittin', fuck the simple 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 collapse
If I would sell, six plat', I'm 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' with superstars and fuckin' in the cocktail room
After the nuttin', 'em out with the broom
Mag ghetto as ever but mo'
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but kill
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in
usin' the pill, never did it before
I see how it feel, when you fuck wit' my skill

I make a [unverified], pussy much fine in weather
Fam's wipin' they a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs still the pot
Some bums change see
Neighbors lookin' at Mag
thyself, hangin' from a tree
But I'm a real life
"Alias" is next, but that nigga 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 you somethin'
So whatchu need is a tech or a four calico with a nose wide
And women don't know 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 me 'cuz I'm so live
From five o'clock to four oh five quarters and dimes

Even got a watch, I ain't dumb
Ain't no in this place where I'm slingin' it from
I got weight, that low sale weight
Or any kind of weight that my dough flow straight
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, thugs, no fake
That's why they down to 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 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 with apes
I came for the now show me the cake, uhh

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

A pretty boy got hookers thinkin' that the don't 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 torn for every that's sprayed
Puttin' hoes into groups and spittin' them up Jake
ain't safe, bullets skip through waves
I'll hop drive thru, pop in Dave
I ain't around yo' way, nigga, I'm from V A