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Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga this

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we love these hoes
This out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all we don't love these hoes

Yeah (If ya some put ya guns up it's on)
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm
(Fuck them though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas whaat
(All black gat the mack out)
I take shorty to the blow her back out
Sun undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in and out like a crack house) it moving
(Face off the .38 scraped off)
Keep shorty maced can't throw a four-four ball
Know your place (so it when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate
(piece protected) so I hear you hate
(love the dough, ya flow niggas)
Fuck them though, all out and
Have a out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we out fuck the world)
(Face off!)

This goes out to my crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all we don't love these hoes

(I apologize ladies I'm ya right)
You must be to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the
All night long just feelin' the be-I-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' no delayin')
(Can you that? I eat that) you just playin'
Nigga you know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same (I do)
(back man stack grands) like I you
(Love them jigga?) Ha how that sound?
Women start to fall we all bat
Let my whole hit it (scatter 'round)
You seen wit it (pat 'em down)
Check for in it (These riches)
Got nu'hin to do wit bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to these digits)
(Face Off!)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes
This goes out to my crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love hoes

(Can I touch that?) that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep prayer
(with each word ya say I the beef is dead)
Ladies & (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat feds)
(broad day like De shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you foreplay
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you out
keep it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole name up)
I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
Meet me in the square one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes
goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes
This out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

"Track Masters"

(This goes out, put ya up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!

This goes out (to my crew)