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Suspect chin niggas, no win
that, sick ass high 7
Just a trouble on my
Ruckus
Doc no
More death trap
that
We're
Heavy
Street light
Street 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 around your way, lovely
Where for art meth-tical God-child
I pack a smile like crocodile
Can't it down, oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
Spin around let your whole man down, man down

I live by the street code old
Never love a hoe, never the dough
'Cause you never who friend or foe
Got block solid gold thought
Before the blow stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole
Never snitch switch which, keep a fresh of kicks
the tongue snatch the weed
In case the cops strip search
Think first prepare for the worst, you do dirt
Remember there's a million hungry niggas with the same

No doubt out
Bets the money out
Niggas a funny route
This is what its all
guns and dum-dums
Slum bums and
Askin' where they come from

Get him for his one, um
Sunshine, its time
on the front line
Ducking the one-time
Niggas on the run, where the cameras come
this one the anthem
Ring the Rosie
Pocket of grants

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

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

Carry your eyes and avoid
Cell rap blow you for your slide time
What you mine
We can take it to the yellow lines and we can nine
Whether the rhyme or the crime still shine
Heavy on the street cut your life support short
Never had no love for you so it no love lost
Strictly enforced by the street stories get double
Hands off I run the torch

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

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

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

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

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

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