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It's so

Ace

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

And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't where 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 it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him

Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the
Come and get him it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I told ya that

Rock boy bitch bags
Say you movin' them of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is
Man you niggas all

And you homies last
'Til somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass

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

And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
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

niggas and they really don't think
That I know where they lay duct they face
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of

Pussy niggas where you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs,

Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D boys find 'em, dumb
And huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town
We g-g-get 'em

You ain't comin' 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 ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic

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

Creep, creep we deep with
holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters

Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya red

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

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

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