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Catching my
Rob the passenger, the griever
You lone my squad?
Fuck y'all, we love your ass neither
Way off the

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
alright
Let's get up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in
And see this motherfucker Peter
to stick me for five bricks
But his the schemer

Word is bond, I murder any
That fuck with my
Blow a up in your body
Straight dismantle figure
where Rah Digga?

Scopin' out the blaze chicken
Bitch trickin'
Fuckin' with my
Gonna get her kicked in

A'yo Spliff, what you at?
Them bitches there
Or them bitches there
Or bitches right here?
Nah, that nigga on
Motherfucker still drunk off'a and lime

Spliff, I this way
If for my squad, let's play
Back him the door
his body with gauze

Mop up the
Splatter nigga's on the walls
Bust nigga's shit
Make the nigga suffer for

And if they run up in your again
I got your
keep the heat on me son
I got back

I'ma you down until I die
I got back
And if you need stacks, yo
I got back

If I kill him and get
I got back
And if bail is a hundred G's
I got back

Any try to set you up
I got back
Yo let me set shit off first, what?
I got your

Fuck
his face for a statement
Cock the
his whole chest cave in

Ooh, shit is
My adrenaline is racing
Blow nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes

A'yo Bus, Spliff,
(Fuck you 'bout?)
Don't do that nigga
(Fuck that)
Blow that nigga's up just for fronting
Yo, where the bitch that was with the

Caught her with the
Choked her by the halter, bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and
Gettin' stomped the shells
I the bitch-nigga yell

Caught Peter, man, by the
Looked me in the eye and didn't even
I was his keeper
the nigga, through him in the sleeper

Deeper and
Nigga's vision start to out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin for that Peter
Chill, bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a half an
If he's hiding, we find him on the eye of a needle

that's the shit I'm talking bout
Let's go fuck with his
got a sister?
Yeah, she up in Kids World

I know for sure
But I think the nigga live is girl
the nigga goes
Let's hit him the 4-5 chrome

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this bitch ass home
Rush the
the bitch while she ain't even looking
Still all fucked up from the ass-whuppin
the bitch up

Caught up in this foul
Tore wide open, need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up no blood-hound'll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't a scent for dogs to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear somebody
the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
Fuck that, there the motherfucker go right
I want a morgue for him, make nigga's crew pall-bear
Yo, let me him

Wait, that, let me go kiss him
Put five in his and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without seeing me
My sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't him recently
I got back

Any ever try to front
I got your
And if you ever need my son
I got your

A'yo I hit you my last, god
I got your
Any bitch step outta
I got back

And if I gotta you
I got your
Let me that nigga talking shit
I got your
I go against the world for my
I got back

I got back
I got your
I got your
I got back