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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
nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get
I seen niggaz resist, nigga wrist
Be over this coke or pocket full of crispy
Dollar bills make nigga swallow the
And most niggaz swallow a pill, know how that feel?

But to the skit nigga, in back of the whip
With the windows way down about to clap on some shit
And I'm rappin' and shit to platinum 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 spit back at the
If it go down, shorty whole get ripped
And that's low down, real life theatrical

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

This Moose got loose from the caboose
thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick loose
My deuce-deuce ain't with Moose 40
I try to save the chick but the nigga done 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
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
Time to but he still tryna squeeze
of tryna buy him some time on his knees
Nigga please, you got no to buck up
Knowin' you 'bout 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 shot no
Now we even but the nigga 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, 'bout to ox this nigga
Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I this nigga

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

Now all bullshit I done been through with this nigga
I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' hand on 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
nigga killed my motherfuckin' bitch
Now I'm runnin' around like motherfuckin' Harrison
I'm some motherfuckin' fugitive or somethin' man

This is some real man
But ride this shit out man
'Cause motherfuckin' bad boy