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It's so
Ace
You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't 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 with it,
let me get 'em
Gun cocked, where his
No talk, to get him
niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a him in the river
Come and get him when it's
holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch bags
Say you them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' like paper
make me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
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 ya mama 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
I walk up in the place
Put the in ya face
Tell 'em that K
That I know where they lay duct tape face
Pop pop, unload K then we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
niggas know where you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs,
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, em in the streets
the D boys find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the in the middle of this town
We gon' '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 you all too fake
And a pistol where ya stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in rover
They know that over
Big holes in ya like coasters
Creep, creep we deep with
holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin' me
But still creep in Adidas 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 know that
The clip be hands on, take yo mans on
Leave his slumped in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
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 know you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray