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1 [Playalitical]
Either you get it or your thrown in
so our jewels are like our and tell
to when lifes goin well
or down the and slow on sales
our whips are like our purple
the honor for war and marks
some are sleepin the shoots
some are by the sparks
our chick are cherrys on the
faces for various ranks
real ones roll wit tryin
fake ones always mary
our raps are our from the jungle
lions cops and junkys
the kings of are always humble
cowards is always punchy.

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2 [Young Droop]
I maintain wit a military of mind
personal vendetta my niggas got
true Mafioso muthafuckas
the im from taught me all that rucus
my ears to the concrete glisten
homies in the house cookin in the kitchen
my people they call me dennis the menace
first to shit first one to finish
im comin up outta the cut and to buck a nigga that's slippin
Devon the Don gangsta pimpin
pound for pound im putin it down town to town never simpin
and don't make me up my squad
that shoot to the shank to the squad
sick to my gut it comes to the law
we banging on police nigga the mob/ what.
CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new in. REPEATx1

3 [Playalitical]
Im 2012 to mayan cults
ratchet here don't tighten bolts
you know the I buy in bulk
see the sniper hide your
is short so time is precious
stop the clock hes being
me off your sucka checklist
time to leave dude an exit
what a stupid to make
your gonna see the over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your lousy at write your spouses
try not to piss your trousers
I hate doin these of jobs
all little slimy schmucks
try to heist my mob.

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in.

4 [Young Droop]
My contained wit so many things
sometimes to much it got me the edge
wicked thoughts in my head
got me walking town like im half ass dead
still callin shots still glocks
still smoking pot still game
everybody and they know my name
yea they wonder if I still bang
the role as a beast in the streets
wit the type of niggas that el spook ya
them kritikal individuals will do ya
don't let cool guy image fool ya
I came the gutter just ask my mother
you wana just ask my brothas
if you don't it then what can I say
fuck the im on some otha.

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor my new results in. REPEATx1