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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
Engineer
back
Heavy
Street light
Street 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 your way,
Where for art thou God-child
I pack a smile 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 code never old
love a hoe, never flash the dough
'Cause you never know who or foe
Got block control gold thought
Before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto with no parole
Never snitch switch which, a fresh pair of kicks
Split the tongue snatch the
In case the cops wanna strip
Think prepare for the worst, when you do dirt
Remember there's a million hungry niggas with the thirst

No dummy out
Bets pull the out
Niggas walk a funny
This is its all about?
guns and dum-dums
Slum bums and
Askin' niggas where they come

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

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

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

Carry your and avoid spots
Cell blocks rap blow you for your slide
What you got's
We can take it to the lines and we can pull nine
Whether the rhyme or the I'ma still shine
Heavy on the street talk cut 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

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

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

Suspect chin niggas, no win
Send niggas to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice,
Shotgun slammin' in chestpeice, blaow
Suspect chin niggas, no win
Send niggas back to go, try again
Shotgun in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun 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 your
Deep in the Aztecs out before the sun set
Street wars gimme yours crime is what I for
Got rhymes next time it's at the Wu store
If you sleep late, date is at the cest gate
All you sober MC's, I leave y'all half-baked

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

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