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[Slay
How many wanna play It get dark wit the shades
down, you know and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2
Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that
I'm you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips
Fuck who you get, you and fool you wit, gone get yo wig split
guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin
You saw what would happen, gun
Squeezin off til I'm the one

2x
You gone ride - It Outside
You die - Take It Outside
You gone cry - It Outside
It Outside, Take It Outside

Now if you wanna or die, then try
but let me get high so my mind can fly
Because I'm just kinda guy, people wonder why
I'm so violent, because the N.L. in silent
in words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep
187 will be yo last beep
I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the
toe tag yo feet, yo
I treat ya a prostitute, and fuck ya up
A roughneck nigga ruff ya up
Like a quick car wash, I'll ya up
Cause I look at ya'll like sittin
Boy you understand that I'm the man
wit the plan, wit benjamins and alotta ghetto fans
At first you was tellin me to it trill
But now they know is real
One and eighty seven percent
I remember when my pockes were of lent
All my real niggas next to kin
So testin me is like them, now what!
I guess it's buck time
I guess time for the second line
My cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you already what's on my mind

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
Take em home, and em all in 16 minutes
(haha they know)
Muthafuckas you aint of me, Alotta them niggas
from Desire be, on the of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, game dude
who can spit it than me?
Ever seen a chest blown (chest blown)
he gotta vest on (vest on)
Nigga walk up to yo witta dress on
and start spittin some shit, split you at the
bone (chest bone)
You fuckin wit the wrong
We gotta army of niggas who don't give a who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon,
Sean, and C
on some of that T-R-U shit

Nigga it outside, I was born to represent
Tru niggas gotta keep it to roll wit this chick
me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up
Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont a fuck
Who what, they get stuck
I don't play around, in the back akin wit both
Arms up, and around my hand, Tru wristband
understand the cold but got colder when it met me
I came to put it down, put ya face where ya be
And I don't run, it's the same place you met me
Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me
I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't me
Hard to get at me, but try ya
I make niggas and I leave em stuck
When this track on, watch em all get buck
just represented is you warin or what?