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This goes out to my force When we lay a nigga out they come and him off May the be with me and if not our fault For life, fuck y'all
Yo you can't this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon Man I flip, on for no apparent reason shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better your fuckin shit straight Your make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the fuck ruck The shit great, higher than shows made by lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be with International beat got you ruckus bitch of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's for settin shit
[rustee When the weather get yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., my sufferin through the strugglin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, out my memory momentarily Calculatin my motion, cautious coastin I see the and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last So they can get they rocks off, sound they off Light my blocks off, nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on lock Hit the swats a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest on this side Bitches dick ride, soldiers with brick eyes
Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style up You see me? say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like Get knocked the fuck out by dr. banner Dj at the bar be act like records got Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man could do stand up So who battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic a tantrum a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. Man dem, strong like samson, and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa answer
Aiyyo I'm movin this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at car And leave you in your ride like these fake rap stars
shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your ran up in I can't stand it when get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin they break fool for the chips jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips
So when we to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead when my lead go boom this tune, all into your fuckin doom We move through evil streets steady holdin chrome
My rep niggaz mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops Your team is has-beens, from the ass slashin The repz baby, for action, action
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Throw middle fingers up in the air Say, "fuck y'all niggaz, we care!" is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they fuckin my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and him off May the be with me and if not our fault For life, alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of be with me Not our You can't fuck with fuck you all is bon jov'..