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It's so

Ace

You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't know you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
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 with it,
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 when it's
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that

boy bitch over bags
Say you movin' slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you all crap

And you homies won't
'Til your somethin' like tags
Don't make me the mask
To save blast, get his ass

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too

And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic

Now let me get 'em
When I up in the place
Put the pace in ya
Tell 'em that K

Fuck niggas and really don't think
I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, that K then we leave em and we find
'em in a of days

niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
all the niggas that you move them thangs, what?

Y'ain't 'bout that lie. Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We gon' 'em

You ain't round here
Talkin' all shit
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a to come round your way
I'm real 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 spray

Now who am I? wanna know
When I pull up in that
They know that over
Big holes in ya like coasters

Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now they me folgers
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters

Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop just me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red

'em an tampon, no batteries included know that
The clip be on, it'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)

You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round your way
I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray