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Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble
Nigga up in the blue Coupe, this nigga Moose
This nigga fishy, this he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the and get busy
I niggaz resist, some nigga wrist
Be broke over this or pocket full of crispy
Dollar bills make nigga the steel
And most niggaz can't swallow a pill, know how that

But back to the nigga, in back of the whip
With the windows half way down about to clap on some
And I'm rappin' and shit to this chick
It was up, I got shorty back to the whip
I'm but still got the gat and the clip
If them niggaz spit, I got to spit at the whip
If it go down, shorty whole get ripped
And low down, real life theatrical shit

So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of
some 'Hail Mary' maintain my patience
Oh shit, this nigga spit four
I threw shorty down and let off the whole
Then reloaded but holdin' the whip
In broad day, so niggaz witnessed the whole shit
Had to this shit is blasphemy
I took a of steps and the nigga blasted me

This nigga Moose got loose the caboose
Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my loose
My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin' with 40
I try to save the chick but the nigga done shorty
Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her
Now shorty layin' of red, fuck it I'm fed
I'm tryna figure was it I said
got this dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

I this man, he got a cannon in his hand
The alone, this shit is bananas
My one was to hit him and run fam
But God saved my life, when he his gun jam
to leave but he still tryna squeeze
Instead of tryna buy him some time on his
Nigga please, you got no reason to up
Knowin' you 'bout to get shot the fuck up

Duke was brave but his ways
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to Duke toupee
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no
Now we even but the nigga like 6'2, would you do?
I'm 'bout to out fox this
Son at 165, box this nigga
But what he don't know, Loon 'bout to ox this
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop nigga

But thoughts in my mind, me let it slide
So I'ma get in my ride and Duke another time
Just the block smoke a purple of choc
nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot
No bullshit, right on the block
Crack heads went in his slacks, hit him right in his
Save me the trouble, now my phone on
Feds tappin' my line, like nigga the trouble
Walk out my home is a struggle
them pigs, I don't own no shovel, what the fuck

Now all that bullshit I done been through this nigga
I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' hand on this
This nigga drops dead, these is all on my ass
I did somethin' to this nigga
Word to my mother, this shit is real bullshit man
This nigga killed my motherfuckin'
Now I'm runnin' like motherfuckin' Harrison Ford
Like I'm some motherfuckin' fugitive or man

is some real bullshit man
But I'ma this shit out man
I'ma motherfuckin' bad boy