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It's so

Ace

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all 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 mama
Act like I don't know 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

Hol' up with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, his cheerin'?
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
and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'ain't 'bout lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
really grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We g-g-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 real you all too

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all 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 know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray