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Yeah it out, uh yo

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

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

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

This nigga Moose got from the caboose
Ain't about a truce, try to knock my dick loose
My ain't 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 puddles of red, fuck it I'm fed
I'm tryna figure was it I said
That got dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

I understand this man, he got a cannon in his
The sound alone, this 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' that you to get shot the fuck up

was brave but his stupid ways
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist toupee
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't no strays
Now we even but the like 6'2, what 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 this nigga

But thoughts in my mind, tellin' me let it
So get in my ride and catch Duke another time
Just circle the block smoke a of choc
This nigga heart stop, nigga died on the spot
No bullshit, collapse right on the
Crack heads in his slacks, hit him right in his knot
Save me the trouble, now my on bubble
Feds my line, like nigga condone the trouble
Walk out my motherfuckin' home is a
them pigs, I don't own no shovel, what the fuck

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

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