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Dre, niggas think bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

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 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 hundred shot run out
They dumb out, you of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register
I'm the cab
They make the ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll
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 your tombstone and your fuckin' grave dig
Have ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm Damien nigga
When I start gettin' on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you think you got a on ya
I make it to breathe
I come with heart, so air it out
it hard to eat
Have you lookin' ways
you crossin' the street!

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

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the
whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like your
Let off a clip or let a off
I have your ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow orders now shoot his "face off"
You can one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what 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 head nigga it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I money to my niggas, that bring death 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
They say not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a tryna stop me
That spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like natural fighter
Rapid fire, sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask Michael Myers
It's off the wire I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload 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 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 death to my enemies