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This is the shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the Shit, 'cause before we started shit Wit I knew my friendz all turned against me Said it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad Dats how we do 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 to see if you'll be still here You know my style put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, to death of me run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got
Yo yo, My dogz in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, street shit Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I a cannon 'cause I wear sunblock Ask Drag if the is hot shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the scorn niggaz like mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea then 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, our fire y'alls
And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains One at a time, y'all start the front of the line wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up mad 'cause i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those I was shit but some things i never forget if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogs Cause they that 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 guns , you hidin the And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, wit bricks We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt hustlin dope or the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, the glock I figure which nigga could I watch wit a I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a Put it together, it twice,this shit is my life me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh the hoopties in the front but the a mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they die today cause the hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla you swallow the ones
(uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather They right there, but you scared that gon bust they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Y'all niggaz be crazy, but y'all not stupid its 99 im you women and kids fuck watch me, im more action to see than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V. and what you heard this how sheek get down wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now you never what clown goin ta walk into the studio talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch lit and book of matches now thats when you have met match and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im ill turn niggaz holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that do with jersey Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide And ol 6-drop niggaz Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we detox niggaz Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And
(come on, come on, on,) Boy, whats the difference fire and water? You whether or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause mail out bullets More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, buy the 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 chips wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha bit by bit clip by and every block by block is brick on brick I got knots on Cause I got that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck