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

front on me, the goons 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 the hammers ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, niggas'll flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the
You still get did
It be tombstone and your fuckin' grave they 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 to breathe
I come your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you lookin' both
Like you the street!

Nigga try me son, he best have the 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, bring death to my enemies

niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is
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' like a horse
Follow orders now yay' his "face off"
You can have one, blast one, mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the gone
I was born with the tec a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back
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 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 money to my niggas, that death to my enemies
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

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 not a jooks, leave 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 Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The mack'll fire, like Michael Myers
off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no
You can to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

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