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Suspect niggas, no win niggas
that, sick ass high 7
Just a trouble on my
Raider
Doc no
More death trap
that
We're
Heavy
Street clibering
light yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Suspect niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again
All hail me, the good the bag the
The money's around your way,
Where for art meth-tical God-child
I a smile like crocodile profile
Can't hold it down, oh the shit hit the fan now
Spin around let your whole crown man down, man

I live by the street never old
Never a hoe, never flash the dough
'Cause you never who friend or foe
Got block control gold thought
the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole
Never snitch which, keep a fresh pair of kicks
Split the snatch the weed
In the cops wanna strip search
Think first prepare for the worst, you do dirt
Remember there's a hungry niggas with the same thirst

No doubt out
Bets the money out
Niggas walk a route
is what its all about?
Young guns and
Slum bums and
Askin' niggas where come from

Get him for his one, um
Sunshine, its time
Stranded on the line
from the one-time
Niggas on the run, where the cameras can't
Make this one the
Ring around the
Pocket of grants

Just you wild in the club you ain't thug
Sports gloves and gold mugs you ain't
Tattoos and hard screws don't you thug
Sucker for love a slug, nigga

Suspect niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice,
Shotgun in your chestpeice, blaow

Carry eyes and avoid spots
blocks rap blow you for your slide time
What you got's
We can take it to the yellow lines and we can nine
Whether the rhyme or the crime I'ma shine
Heavy on the street talk cut life support short
Never had no love for you so it ain't no lost
Strictly by the street stories get double crossed
Hands off I run the torch

They got me fed up from the up
Put up or shut up on in them shiny get-up
These is funny, Energizer bunny actors
They hustle backwards, son I think gay rappers
Say word, drop stature, dog splash ya, party crash ya
The spell casta, the same before and after its over
Flood get your brain end the game, its over
End of the line out of time bitch over
On the wrong street no heat he was sober
We somebody should've told ya

Million dollar ice on your wrist make you thug
'Cause a is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you
Sucker for love catching slugs

chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again
slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice,
chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in chestpeice, blaow
slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow

With the W burning through your
Verbally possessed second guess
Blow minds like David
Fuck a vest you need a gun to your assets
Deep in the break out before the sun set
Street gimme yours crime is what I live for
Got rhymes galore next time it's at the Wu
If you sleep late, next date is at the cest
All you sober MC's, I leave y'all half-baked

is in a choke hold
Losin' bringing drama by the boatload
It drama
In the pillage now of
My split persona hit their and their baby mama
niggas playing with this money while we stayed hungry
And kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash,
its over
You should keep chain tucked in
And should never run your mouth a suspect chin
Now lay it

Just because you wild in the you ain't thug
Sports gloves and gold you ain't thug
Tattoos and hard screws don't you thug
Real thugs runnin' with hate and love