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Suspect niggas, no win niggas
Engineer that, sick ass 7
Just a on my ting-ting
Ruckus
Doc no
More killa trap
that
We're
Heavy
light clibering
Street yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Suspect chin niggas, no win
Send back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good the bag the
The money's around way, lovely
Where for art meth-tical God-child
I a smile like crocodile profile
hold it down, oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
Spin let your whole crown man down, man down

I by the street code never old
love a hoe, never flash the dough
'Cause you know who friend or foe
Got block control gold thought
the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole
Never snitch switch which, keep a pair of kicks
Split the tongue snatch the
In case the wanna strip search
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
walk a funny route
This is its all about?
Young and dum-dums
Slum bums and
Askin' niggas they come from

Get him for his one, um
Sunshine, its time
on the front line
Ducking the one-time
on the run, where the cameras can't come
Make one the anthem
Ring the Rosie
full of grants

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

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

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

They got me fed up from the up
Put up or shut up on stage in them get-up
These niggas is funny, Energizer bunny
hustle backwards, son I think they gay rappers
Say word, drop some stature, dog ya, party crash ya
The spell casta, the same before and after its over
Flood get your brain end the game, done its
End of the line out of time bitch it's
On the wrong street 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
Bandannas and bad don't make you thug
Sucker for catching slugs nigga

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

With the W burning your flesh
Verbally never second guess
Blow like David Koresh
Fuck a vest you need a gun to protect assets
in the Aztecs break out before the sun set
Street gimme yours crime is what I live for
Got galore next time it's at the Wu store
If you sleep late, next is at the cest gate
All you sober MC's, I leave y'all niggas

Microphone is in a choke
Losin' control bringing by the boatload
It takes
In the pillage now of
My persona hit their village and their baby mama
Y'all niggas playing this money while we stayed hungry
And kept it pudgy it won't make me to crash, dummy
Before its
You should keep your chain in
And should run your mouth with a suspect chin
Now lay it

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