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Dre, niggas think we're
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he best 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, that bring to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my

Nigga on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred drums'll run out
They dumb out, you of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the 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, where the is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You still get did
It be tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct talk to the pigs
I'm like nigga
When I gettin' loose on ya
thing to lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I it hard to breathe
I come your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
you lookin' both ways
Like you the street!

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put body 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 bring to my enemies

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking the messenger
Your clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, me like your father
Let off a or let a case off
I have pussy 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 listen to me all of the cash
I was born with the tec a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the blocks
It's horrific nah it's
I got it if you sniff it, go nigga twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put body 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

Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em then ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock blow his on him
say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna me
That spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda fighter
Rapid fire, sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no
You can explain to my niggas while whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, hard to explain it
time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

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