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Suspect niggas, no win niggas
Engineer that, ass high 7
a trouble on my ting-ting
Raider
Doc no
More killa death
Engineer
back
Heavy
Street clibering
light yo

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

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

No doubt out
Bets the money out
Niggas walk a route
This is its all about?
Young and dum-dums
bums and sons
Askin' where they come from

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just because you wild in the club you ain't
Sports gloves and mugs you ain't thug
Tattoos and screws don't make you thug
Real thugs with hate and smash love