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Dre, think we're bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

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

Nigga front on me, the and goblins come out
Bushmaster shot drums'll run out
dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register
I'm the cab
They make the hammers
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 about the beef
You still get did
It be your tombstone and your grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct talk to the pigs
I'm Damien nigga
When I gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to
I with your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you lookin' ways
Like you the street!

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

Yeah send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tear up the best of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, 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 pussy ass runnin' a race horse
orders 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 it's a birth
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, down on the back blocks
horrific nah it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga it
Get lifted, I'm gifted

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 to my enemies
I money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

I tell 'em ride on 'em then 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, the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell stop me
4-30 spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The fire, mask like Michael Myers
off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the comes, it's hard to explain it
Last I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

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