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Yeah it out, uh yo

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

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

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

This nigga Moose got loose from the
Ain't thinkin' a truce, try to knock my dick loose
My deuce-deuce ain't with Moose 40
I try to save the chick but the 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 was it somethin I said
That got dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

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

Duke was brave but his ways
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to Duke toupee
And squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no strays
Now we even but the nigga 6'2, what would you do?
I'm 'bout to out fox nigga
Son at 165, I'ma box this
But what he don't know, '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 Duke another
circle the block smoke a purple of choc
This nigga heart stop, died right on the spot
No bullshit, collapse right on the
Crack heads went in his slacks, hit him right in his
me the trouble, now my phone on bubble
Feds tappin' my line, like nigga the trouble
out my motherfuckin' home is a struggle
Fuck them pigs, I own no shovel, what the fuck

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

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