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You comin' round here all that shit Talkin' you get all them bricks I'm a have to come your way Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama Act I don't know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get Act up I'm a let the automatic
(Get 'em) Boy, ya go (Get 'em) Boy, ya go Blocka, blocka, blocka, Boy, you go
Hol' up it, Khaled let me get 'em Gun cocked, where his No talk, to get him Fake gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he in a river fact I'm a leave him in the river Come and get him it's winter Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya
Rock boy over bags Say you movin' them slabs of See nigga you a lie Pac is back Man you niggas all
And you won't last 'Til your somethin' like paper make me slide the mask To save blast, get his ass
You ain't round here Talkin' all that Talkin' 'bout you get all them I'm a have to come your way Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama Act like I don't where you lay act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em I walk up in the place Put the in ya face Tell 'em that K
Fuck and they really don't think That I know they lay duct tape they face Pop pop, unload that K then we em and we find 'em in a couple of
Pussy know where you lay Actin' like I don't know you stay at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs,
'bout that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw You'nt grind, leave em in the streets the D boys find 'em, dumb niggas And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town We gon' 'em
You ain't comin' round all that shit Talkin' you get all them bricks I'm a have to round your way Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama Act like I don't know you lay Betta act right fo' I get Act up I'm a let the spray
Now who am I? Mothafuckas know When I up in that rover They know that over Big in ya body like coasters
Creep, creep we deep soldiers Black holster to carry that Hot head, now they callin' me But still creep in Adidas with the heaters,
Wanna see yo family at pop Pop call me ace Slump niggas, I'm a call you clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included that The clip be hands on, take yo mans on Leave his body slumped in the yard (Get 'em)
You ain't comin' here Talkin' all that 'bout you get all them bricks I'm a have to come round way Nigga I'm real you all too
And a where ya mama stay Act like I don't where you lay act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let the spray