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It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
I'm a to come round your way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
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
up with it, Khaled
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 winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I done ya that
Rock boy bitch over
Say you movin' slabs of crack
See you a lie like Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your somethin' paper tags
make me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't comin' here
Talkin' all that
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm you all too fake
And a where ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the automatic
Now let me get 'em
I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya
Tell 'em gimme K
I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K then we em and we find
'em in a of days
Pussy niggas where you lay
like I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
all the niggas that you move them 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 find 'em, dumb
And they on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon' 'em
You comin' round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
Nigga I'm real you all too
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 spray
Now who am I? Mothafuckas know
When I pull up in rover
They that it's over
Big holes in ya like coasters
Creep, creep we with soldiers
Black to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they me folgers
But still creep in Adidas with the heaters,
Wanna see where yo at pop
Pop call me ace
Slump niggas, I'm a call you
Click clack now ya red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries know that
The clip be hands on, take yo mans 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 have to come 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