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Dre, niggas think bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to 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 money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins 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, yeah niggas'll
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, the money is, I still get biz
D's about the beef
You gon' get did
It be your tombstone and fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the
I'm like nigga
When I start gettin' on ya
thing to lucifer, you think 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' ways
you crossin' the street!

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

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we fucking kill the messenger
Your 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 your pussy ass like a race horse
Follow orders now shoot his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how when you to me all of the cash 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 have nots turn into
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the blocks
horrific nah it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go nigga twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
my eyes 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, that bring death to my
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my

Yeah I '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 not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the watch me
I proper go ahead catch a shell 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
It's off the 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 itch when the money comes, 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 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 bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies