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Yeah it out, uh yo

Yo, I was on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose
Nigga up in the blue 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 pocket full of
Dollar bills make nigga the steel
And most niggaz can't a pill, know how that feel?

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

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

nigga Moose got loose from the caboose
Ain't thinkin' a truce, try to knock my dick loose
My deuce-deuce fuckin' with Moose 40
I try to save the chick but the nigga 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 figure was it somethin I said
got this 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 my life, when he made his gun jam
Time to leave but he still tryna
of tryna buy him some time on his knees
Nigga please, you got no to buck up
Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the up

Duke was brave but his stupid
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist 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, I'ma box this
But he don't know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop this

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

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

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