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Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga this

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
This goes out to my Brooklyn 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 some put ya up it's on)
Ladies that when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck bitches though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas whaat
(All gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the blow her back out
Sun dress undress her back out (biotch)
(in and out like a crack house) keep it
(Face off the .38 scraped off)
Keep shorty maced can't throw a four-four ball
Know your place (so it starts ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate
(love the dough, ya flow niggas)
Fuck though, it's all out and
Have a out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we call out 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 don't love 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 '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 feelin' the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm with no delayin')
(Can you that? I eat that) you just playin'
Nigga you neva know a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit do
(My crew) mackin' the same (I do)
(back man stack grands) like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that
Women to fall we all bat around
Let my team hit it (scatter 'round)
You never wit it (pat 'em down)
for cream in it (These riches)
Got nu'hin to do wit bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop digits)
(Face Off!)

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 crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(Can I touch that?) what's that? it for dead.
ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep prayer
(with each ya say I guess the beef is dead)
& gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw with feds)
(broad day like De Niro all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the and you just foreplay
Get a hit I, I through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it cocked like salop
one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the flamer hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole name up)
Look I done up (and) thought a whole game up
Meet me in the square one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

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
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) '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 these

"Track Masters"

(This out, put ya guns 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!

goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)