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It's so

Ace

You ain't comin' round
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 stay
Act like I know where you lay
act right 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

up with it, Khaled
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him

Make his body like he naked in a river
Matter I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when winter
holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that

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

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

You ain't comin' here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all 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
Betta act right fo' I get
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 gimme K

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

niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I don't where you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you 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 find 'em, niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of 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
I'm real you all too fake

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't comin' round
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round 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 automatic