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Dre, niggas think bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies

Nigga front on me, the goons and come out
Bushmaster shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, call me big homie
Me I the register ring
I'm the cab
They make the ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, the money is, I still get biz
D's about the beef
You gon' get did
It be your and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the
I'm like Damien
When I start gettin' on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it to breathe
I come with heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you lookin' both
Like you the street!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
ain't the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like father
Let off a or let a case off
I have your ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how when you to me all of the cash gone
I was with the tec it's a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens have nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie on the back blocks
It's horrific nah it's
I got it if you it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em they ride on 'em
Get the on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock blow his on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the watch me
I move proper go catch a shell tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, carbon
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Myers
It's off the when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas while they yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's to explain it
Last time I like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies