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This is the darkest shit, shit Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad how we do bidz It's about to start another, robbin spree yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad I'll be back to see if you'll be here You my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to of me run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got
Yo yo, My dogz in me thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh Made a move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it Turn my face when I a cannon 'cause I don't sunblock Ask Drag if the is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their red dye, on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out buy out bars we see fall Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, our fire Beat
And you can see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin a flight Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains One at a time, y'all from the front of the line everybody wanna me and get wit me but still end up being mad 'cause i fifty and as for you suka, you can keep rapz and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was but some things i never forget like if you spend three your guaranteed to back six Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off Even the cats that be hatin still be the dogs Cause they know the double R's comin for war Wha
If you ain't ready to die, then why should you 'cause when I start bustin the , you hidin the kids And the Pieer's still on clips, survivin wit bricks We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt hustlin or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the I figure which nigga could I watch wit a I like to knock off my then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when prolly die today cause the P'll the guns at sons if you feel a nigga holla back then you the ones
(uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them niggaz and hit whoever When you should aim for niggaz that took yo leather They right there, but you scared they gon bust they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not its 99 im you women and kids fuck scar-face me, im more action to see dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V. and what you heard this how sheek get down comes wit guns, im rhyming wit one on me now you never know clown goin ta walk into the studio talking shit and its gonna be more the amster blow I pour gas on your and watch your shit detatch lit and of matches now thats when you have met your match and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie i got more bricks than city do with jersey Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, bust you and slide And some ol niggaz Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we smoked detox program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz messin wit scrams And
(come on, come on, on,) Boy, whats the difference between and water? You whether or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll out bullets blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty when i you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit bit by bit by clip and every block by block is brick on I got knots on knots Cause I got things pop yo top And double R yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck