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Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga feel

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 don't love these
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

Yeah (If ya want put ya guns up it's on)
know that when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck them bitches though though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know
(All black gat the mack out)
I shorty to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress 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 eight ball
Know your place (so it starts ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't bitches
(piece protected) so I you hate bitches?
(love the dough, ya irritate niggas)
Fuck them though, all out and
Have a fall out I ya girl
(On top now we call out the world)
(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 Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(I apologize I'm lovin' ya right)
You be used 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' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you playin'
Nigga you neva know what a 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 hoes jigga?) Ha how sound?
Women start to fall we all bat
Let my team hit it (scatter 'round)
You seen wit it (pat 'em down)
Check for in it (These riches)
Got to do wit these bitches
(Nothin' can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)

goes 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
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 don't these hoes

(Can I touch that?) what's that? it for dead.
ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with
(with each ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you out
keep it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the drop get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click up)
Look I done came up (and) a whole game up
Meet me in the square with one in the
(The Off nigga)

This goes out to my 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
This goes out to my Brooklyn 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 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

"Track Masters"

(This out, put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we love these hoes) Yeah!

This goes out (to my crew)