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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 blue Coupe, this Moose
This nigga fishy, this he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get
I niggaz resist, some nigga wrist
Be broke over this coke or pocket of crispy
Dollar bills make swallow the steel
And most niggaz can't swallow a pill, how that feel?

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 back at the whip
If it go down, shorty whole get ripped
And that's low down, real life shit

So I grabbed shorty hand, took a of paces
Said some 'Hail maintain my patience
Oh shit, this nigga spit quick
I threw shorty and let off the whole clip
Then reloaded but holdin' the whole
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 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 tryna figure was it somethin I
That got this nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead

I understand this man, he got a 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' that you 'bout to get the fuck up

Duke was brave but his ways
Is the why I'm 'bout to twist Duke toupee
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't 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 know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop nigga

But thoughts in my mind, tellin' me let it
So I'ma get in my and catch Duke another time
Just the block smoke a purple of choc
This nigga heart stop, died right on the spot
No bullshit, right on the block
Crack went 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 home is a struggle
Fuck pigs, I don't own no shovel, what the fuck

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

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