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It's so

Ace

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

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

(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 make me kill him

Make his body shiver he naked 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

Rock boy bitch over
Say you them slabs of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap

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

You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
'bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake

And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't know you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic

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

Fuck niggas and they really think
That I know where they lay duct tape they
Pop pop, unload that K then we em and we find
'em in a of days

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

Y'ain't that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, em in the streets
'Til the D boys '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 come round way
Nigga I'm real you all too

And a pistol 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 who am I? Mothafuckas know
When I up in that rover
know that it's over
Big holes in ya body coasters

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

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

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

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

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