1:
It aint ove yall i got some shit on my chest these niggas bittin given me to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them clowns up 3rd wall stockem' we gon dragem' threw the fuckin shit is realer than it ever been, them suckas playin knowin how the U the benz, and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya kill ya kids and ya momma too, then find you and you pay for what you done mah dogg, dirty dirty gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off, i a marbol to try to keep myself stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, to take another one out, loose lips sank shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima ride out after i kill and destroy this is for my lil nigga Bad Ass Boy
Chorus:(chorus 2x) You can copy all you you can try to sing it but none of yal can bring it like we bring it aint no remake or sella we the real machoy this is revenge for my lil Bad Ass Yellow Boy
2:
Big tight wit mah group and i'm makin them guns ring masked up dressed in and i'm them things, kept it blowin on tha top 4 for about 4 years but now you niggas gots to pay no more tears, yeah tha rumor done got out UNLV comein agian, motha fucka that nobody's ????? take a blow to the group we troups we neva die, i told yall mother fuckers time, we uptown niggas livin violent violent nowi'm ride for tha skae of just ridin, the hood mackin hit tha block and i'll be hidin revenge to what did to one of mah friends, i got my money right nah we can go to war spend the benz all that but i'lll get loaded agian don't make me shoot a bad in go to ya bitches chest in how i'm a ride out afta i kill and destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy, called like i did gocked...
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Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full leave a note around his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the store cocked a 4 kick tha door he like a hoe yall don't shoot me nomore, FA SHO, ya better be lookin for some bullet proof headgear tha dumb shit i'm takin dome this year knock ya down like they did st. thomas leave bitches in and niggas hit tha wall
I hide the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put evil on mah mind while i wait to buck this with this 9 so stop cryin which one of you motha fuckas got the to run up on us its like a bonuswhen i get to use tha mack 90 get real grindy scadadle to the so you can't find me i can motha doin 90
I got these niggas hostage bite and gotta bitch eerthing we make you bitch's jock and try to copy it ride on out i don't no motha fuckin dap now who killed mah boy yella aka fella hard head rapper ya bone i be eager to kill a nigga dumb his in the river on tha reala boy i'm a familiar garilla yall know i'm standin thuggin huffin and puffin you niggas thuggin tha hood mack flex and hit tha block and tha bustin
( 3 gun shots)
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