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Dre, think we're bullshittin'
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 money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies

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

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

Yeah niggas me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll up the best of ya
This the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, me like your father
Let off a or let a case off
I your pussy ass runnin' 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 happens when have nots turn sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie on the back blocks
It's nah it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head twist it
Get lifted, I'm gifted

try me son, he best have 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 to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that 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
shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga the police watch me
I move go ahead catch a shell tryna stop 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 Michael
It's off the when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my while they whoop 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, what I do kid

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street 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