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