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"Chiraq (Remix)"

Any nigga that looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B
Hey, man, I'm done back on you niggas, man, straight up, man
Y'all niggas to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15

I ballin
skipped college
I'm a bad boy that big popper
12 gauge I head shot him
Bust his head open a pinata
Like Percy I've been bout it
Come find your ass like Bin
I a clown over my guala
Don't a fuck if it was 10 dollars
Don't trust don't trust bitches
I know ho's like a pimp scholar
And MOB till the day I drop
And stupid thots don't get nada
And these dick riders try to steal me
Gon feel the when that lead pop em
I whack a and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms
Bought a new gun two clips
I can't to use it
And bitch stick to my hip like I glued it
I you do trip as soon as you do it
pull that bitch out K-9 unit
And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's
No top clueless
I'm ruthless, I do
I'm ballin these ho's, yeah, they all on my stick
And you mad at your main bitch cause that bumpin my new shit
Yeah the game and the ref dirty
the green on me like a jets jersey
Tell a I ain't never worried
Keep the 30 on me like I'm Curry
I can see you pussy like a
Keep talkin you gon get it
And the toughest you gon' get it worst
Now go order up about 20
RIP with they face on it, have to show they ass how semi work
they got smoked April 21st
The next you see 'em gon' be in a hearse
Always sayin but ain't sprayin nothin'
it's beef I don't wait for nothin'
If I see a opp broad day in
I'm shootin shit like Azae Production
Got they be out there every night
I'm talking deeper Barry White
We gon' ride past with that iron
And start flipping niggas like Jessie
They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry
And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very
I roll up like a blunt, I don't bitch I hunt
Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood that pump
This got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk
But for it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front
And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a like he in the tub
These rappers like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up
Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem killin' one
I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't a fuck
I way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell
To us she was a loving mother but to motherfuckers she was clientele
And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I her that
get big and buy a bunch of guns
And kill every nigga that done sold her
It's 20 years later, now she finally sober
But that was the shit that I about
I thank God I it out
Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and her out
Lil got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about
If you cross me like Jesus, I'll back with heaters
Be outside crib like we stakin' out
really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm bout to add to the body count
I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be
My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin, I think they might got a potty
I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body
Keep your mouth I'ma run in your house
Paramedics they bring bodies out
I'm signing you like Jay Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out
Be strapped at the mall, at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house
Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out
I his ass takin' the garbage out
Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the they find it out
Black on black
We own black
That's the when we ridin' out
The ratchets stay on me, know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out
Been playin' with iron, since the age of
to my daddy he taught me how
My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a
I am the one that they talk
I am so cold that you might have to me out
That money be callin', I'm stopped ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now
See niggas was on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now?
I'm a stacking
rapping, no lacking
Po' packing, Four
snatching, toe tagging, cold bastard
Better close your or get a closed casket
you what I'm saying like closed captions
Put them in two, them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic
I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and let it fly, Go-Go Gadget
Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, no passion
I'm the that you ever heard
I'm the flyest that you ever seen
If a fuck ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline
Bitch I'm Kruger in a hockey mask
About to door like karate class
Ask a where he hide his stash
He better tell the truth a polygraph
One false move and that shotty
Leave a nigga like a body cast
And we don't know nothing nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask
Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I bailing on them
Be with real niggas, real shit
If I get caught, I ain't telling on
No tool, I ain't going
Iron Man with metal on him
Only God knows where the I'm going
Make a nigga he was never born
These broke, put a price on them
I'm super fly, put a on them
I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's cake on them while they hate on them
Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat like I play for them
I'll at night and put the nine on them
With the long clip, Jordan, (Deandre Jordan, Deandre Jordan)
I'll come at night and put the nine on
the long clip, Deandre Jordan