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

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

I live by the street never old
Never love a hoe, never flash the
'Cause you never who friend or foe
Got block control gold thought
Before the blow lets stroll the ghetto habitat with no parole
Never snitch switch which, keep a fresh of kicks
the tongue snatch the weed
In case the cops wanna search
Think prepare for the worst, when you do dirt
Remember there's a million hungry niggas 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' niggas where come from

Get him for his one, um
Sunshine, its crunch
Stranded on the front
Ducking from the
Niggas on the run, the cameras can't come
Make one the anthem
around 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 hard don't make you thug
Sucker for love a slug, nigga

Suspect niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again
slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun slammin' in 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 and we can pull 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 enforced by the stories get double crossed
Hands off I run with the

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

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

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

With the W burning through your
Verbally possessed never guess
Blow like David Koresh
Fuck a vest you need a gun to protect assets
Deep in the break out before the sun set
Street wars gimme yours crime is what I for
Got rhymes galore next time it's at the Wu
If you late, next date is at the cest gate
All you sober MC's, I y'all niggas half-baked

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

because you wild in the club 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