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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 to bossin' shit and offin' clips
See hood is around my way, they often quick
To us you spit, and leave nigga coffin shit

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

Yo, Mag never roll a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in beef niggaz end up with a screw 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
Look at the bitch, she got a on 'em

Mag hit it then on 'em
"Alias" if you me you ride
Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of tux
Label me "Alias" from my respects to this case
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my
I got an ill way of showin' my
Fuck how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin' and y'all niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin', 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 lungs
If I would sell, six plat', I'm done rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too
Uncut, touch
You me, of pussy, you bitch ass nigga
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 as ever but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub now just pound [unverified]
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in
Poppin' usin' the pill, never did it
I see how it feel, when you fuck wit' my skill

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

Yo, I used to keep it on the low I was younger
But now I'm big in the game, come let me show you somethin'
So whatchu need is a tech or a five calico with a nose wide
And women don't when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, with my hidin'
I them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe
I the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so live
From five o'clock to four oh five sellin' and dimes

Even Magoo got a watch, I ain't
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm it from
I got wholesale weight, that low sale
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 play me on stations and rotations
hate, everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'
Make fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

Laid back in the same Escalade
Run over that test the brake
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 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
a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that
How child's gonna burp when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm the shade, don't floss in the day
Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry
I'm hittin' hoes, like you charmin' the dame
Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of 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 that in your fade
Different ligaments torn for round that's sprayed
Puttin' into groups and spittin' them up like Jake
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip waves
hop drive thru, pop somethin' in Dave
I ain't from around yo' way, nigga, I'm V A