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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
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 money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins out
Bushmaster hundred shot run out
They dumb out, you of me, they call me big homie
Me I the register ring
I'm the cab
They the hammers ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, niggas'll flip
Six, let it off at wig
I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You gon' get did
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave dig
Have ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien
When I gettin' loose 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
it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both
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 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 death to my enemies

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is
It's I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a off
I have your pussy ass like a race horse
Follow orders now yay' his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec a birth defect
I was conceived in the bins, up in a Benz
This is what when have nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back
It's horrific nah terrific
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
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 bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and the .9 on 'em
shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, fibre
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda natural
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The mack'll fire, mask Michael Myers
It's off the 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 money comes, it's hard to it
Last I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

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 death to my enemies