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Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble
Nigga popped up in the Coupe, this nigga Moose
This nigga fishy, nigga he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the and get busy
I seen niggaz resist, nigga wrist
Be broke over this coke or pocket of crispy
Dollar bills nigga swallow the steel
And most niggaz swallow a pill, know how that feel?

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

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

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

I understand 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 my life, when he made his gun jam
Time to leave but he still tryna
Instead of buy him some time on his knees
Nigga please, you got no reason to up
Knowin' you 'bout to get shot the fuck up

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

But thoughts in my mind, tellin' me let it
So I'ma get in my and catch Duke another time
Just circle the smoke a purple of choc
nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot
No bullshit, collapse on the block
Crack heads went in his slacks, hit him right in his
me the trouble, now my phone on bubble
Feds tappin' my line, nigga condone the trouble
Walk out my motherfuckin' 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, motherfuckers is all on my ass
Like I did somethin' to nigga
Word to my mother, this shit is real bullshit man
This killed my motherfuckin' bitch
Now I'm runnin' around motherfuckin' Harrison Ford
Like I'm some motherfuckin' fugitive or man

This is some real man
But I'ma this shit out man
'Cause I'ma bad boy