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It's so
Ace
You ain't comin' round
Talkin' all that
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 stay
Act I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get
Act up I'm a let the spray
(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, his cheerin'?
No talk, to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me him
Make his shiver like he naked in a river
fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when winter
Nigga holla back, I'm gutta, I told ya that
Rock boy over bags
Say you them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie Pac is back
Man you all crap
And you homies last
'Til your like paper tags
Don't me slide the mask
To from blast, get his ass
You ain't round here
Talkin' all shit
Talkin' you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round way
I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol ya mama stay
Act like I don't where you lay
Betta act 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
That I know where they lay duct tape they
Pop pop, unload that K then we leave em and we
'em in a couple of
Pussy niggas where you lay
Actin' I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man, ya nigga's too
Tellin' all the that you move them thangs, what?
Y'ain't that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride, naw
You'nt grind, leave em in the streets
the D boys find 'em, dumb niggas
And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of this
We gon' 'em
You comin' round here
all that shit
Talkin' 'bout you get all bricks
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
Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna
When I pull up in rover
They that it's over
Big holes in ya body coasters
Creep, we deep with soldiers
Black to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they me folgers
But creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
see where yo family at pop
Pop call me ace
niggas, I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya red
Hand 'em an tampon, no batteries included that
The clip be hands on, it'll yo mans on
Leave his body in the damn yard
(Get 'em)
You ain't round here
all that 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 know where you lay
Betta act fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let the automatic