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It's so

Ace

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

And a where 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

(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 niggas gon' me kill him

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

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

And you homies last
'Til your like paper tags
make me slide the mask
To save blast, get his ass

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

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

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

Fuck niggas and they really don't
That I know where 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 too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move thangs, what?

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

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

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

Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
I pull up in that rover
They know it's over
Big in ya body like coasters

Creep, creep we deep with
Black 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
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click now ya T-shirt red

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

You ain't round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a have to come round 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