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This is the shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we shit Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz how we do bidz It's about to start another, robbin spree yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North, I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad I'll be back to see if you'll be here You know my style I'll put yo man, in a wheelchair He'll walk again, on the strength of me how I left him G, scared to death of me run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, how we got done
Yo yo, My dogz in me Petty thugz yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a move you got bit wit the double R, real street shit Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a 'cause I don't sunblock Ask Drag if the is hot shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop We niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores hide out buy out bars till we see in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our y'alls
And you can come see me if you to make a gram tonight Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me One at a time, y'all start from the front of the everybody contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad 'cause i charge and as for you suka, you can those rapz and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was shit but some i never forget like if you spend three guaranteed to make back six Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off Even the cats that be hatin be lovin the dogs Cause they know that the R's comin for war Wha
If you ain't ready to die, then why you live? 'cause when I start bustin the , you hidin the kids And the still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt dope or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the I figure nigga could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my crack then I 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 bank or gimmie yo Gimmie a shank It's ugh the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today cause the hollow the guns Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back then you the ones
(uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggaz that yo leather They right there, but you that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz like us See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid its 99 im killings you and kids fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see than dem motherfuckers that see on T.V. and fuck what you heard this how sheek get comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now you never what clown goin ta walk into the studio shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch lit and of matches now thats when you have met your match and the worst for you is to have a gun when im thursty ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Murphy i got more bricks than city do with jersey Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide And some ol niggaz Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we smoked detox Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't wit scrams And
(come on, on, come on,) Boy, the difference between fire and water? You drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll out bullets More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha bit by bit clip by clip and every by block is on brick I got knots on knots Cause I got that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop And nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck