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Dre, niggas think we're
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
Well I put your 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

Nigga on me, the goons and goblins come out
hundred shot drums'll run out
They out, you heard 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, yeah niggas'll
Six, let it off at wig
I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the
You still get did
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' they dig
that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien
I start gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to
I come 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 street 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 money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies

Yeah send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
whole 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, respect me your father
Let off a or let a case off
I have pussy ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow orders now yay' his "face off"
You can one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the gone
I was born the tec it's a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, down on the back blocks
It's horrific nah terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

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

Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock his mind 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 tryna stop me
4-30 spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Michael
off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas they whoop yo' ass
My itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

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