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Ace
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 where you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
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
niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body like he naked in a river
fact 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 over bags
Say you movin' slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is
Man you niggas all
And you homies won't
'Til your somethin' like tags
Don't make me the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come your way
Nigga I'm real you all too
And a pistol where ya stay
Act I don't know 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 gimme K
I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K then we leave em and we
'em in a couple of
niggas know where you lay
Actin' like I don't know where you
Runnin' at ya man, ya nigga's too fake
Tellin' all the niggas that you them thangs, what?
'bout that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt grind, leave em in the streets
'Til the D boys 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of town
We gon' 'em
You comin' round 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 know you lay
act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in rover
They know it's over
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, creep we deep soldiers
Black holster to carry that
Hot head, now callin' me folgers
But still creep in with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a you dead
Click clack now ya red
'em an tampon, no batteries 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
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them 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 where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic