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Yeah, yeah,
Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout huh?

It's I see you

Get it
You faggot niggas heard Knight
Double R's the only he respect
And y'all niggas right?

Y'all get on hot ninety seven and talk wit a
Wit two niggas downstairs wit licensed guns to take home
Scared ass
You thin'k gon take a life so they can get life

Ask Puff they ain't tryin' to hear that
For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Day
We make stones say
Pay your and get moms labor day

I'm in the hood so we can link up, any you think of
Handheld hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's
The nigga they get quick bitch, on this hood shit

Y'all bitches thin'k the ryders a joke, I don't play
I blow you whole shit up
Tim McVeigh
Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but

Cross comin' y'all get the fuck out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your
I put a in your baby carriage
Brick through hearse

Tell CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin'
I'm at your in the choir
harmonizin'
It's red the shit that be on top of the heater

The thing in New York
Since Steinbrenner Jeter
Hold Camby sister the hostage, then 'em a reef
So stop frontin' just scared of beef

Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick ridickliss
Here we go again', only we on kiss
We keep comin' and you runnin'
You keep you the best that done it

Pussy let me see somethin', niggas screamin' "Ryde or die"
niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
Outta all the camps in game, nigga
We the in this game who kick the real shit before the fame

you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
Still play the while you ride past niggas
Coward trust me we keep it gutter, hope you mad a hater
'Cause you touch us, huh

It's I see you

Ayo, I ain't got a in the world
Kidnappin' kid, maimin' your mom, and airin' your girl
And like, you ain't got a in the world
I'm and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun

And I'm for smokin' blunts to the head
My is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest out you outta know it by now
I'm the that they talk about goin' to Chao

And my name ring bells, my blade stay
If you heard about me beefin' dog I the most shells
The nigga to salute, the quickest to
Holiday Styles, motherfucker, you pound

What? Like I won't run up and your jaw
Like they a vest for your head to stop the four
I'm tired of rappin', get the Mack
And send niggas on
in front of the radio station

Motherfuckers ain't quiet the tech go off
Arteries hitted, hawkin', neck is shit
I'm the motherfuckin'
I the shit out of any one
Of artists whatever the label

Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want at the table
And I don't give a fuck, do life in the box
Before any of y'all niggas front on the lox
Motherfuckers, c'mon

Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, hurt your chest
If you from the streets betrayal is worse death
And I'm for gettin' money, not known for wildin'
But I'm real I could rock both in the island

This is how we the bets
I everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
got dubs on it, even the vets
Fifty close, then fifty wide, the sets

the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin'
When they start hurtin', means they workin'
Only way we comin' is
Industry is like jail nigga, R's runnin' the yard, uh