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It's so
Ace
You ain't round 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 mama
Act like I don't know 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, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a
Matter I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's
holla back, I'm gutta, I done told ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is
Man you niggas all
And you homies won't
'Til somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all 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
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now let me get 'em
When I up in the place
Put the pace in ya
Tell 'em that K
That I know where lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K we leave em and we find
'em in a couple of
Pussy niggas where you lay
Actin' like I know where you stay
at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you move thangs, what?
Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? got no stride, naw
You'nt really grind, leave em in the
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the of this town
We gon' 'em
You ain't round here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a have to come round way
I'm real you all too fake
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I know where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the spray
Now who am I? wanna know
When I up in that rover
They know that it's
Big holes in ya body like
Creep, creep we deep soldiers
Black holster to carry 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
Click now ya T-shirt red
Hand 'em an tampon, no included know that
The clip be hands on, it'll take yo on
Leave his body slumped in the damn
(Get 'em)
You ain't round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all them
I'm a to come round your way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray