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Suspect chin niggas, no win
Engineer that, sick ass 7
Just a on my ting-ting
Ruckus
Doc no
More killa death
that
We're
Heavy
Street clibering
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 thou meth-tical
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 street never old
Never love a hoe, flash the dough
'Cause you never who friend or foe
Got block control gold thought
Before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no
Never snitch which, keep a fresh pair of kicks
the tongue snatch the weed
In case the cops wanna strip
Think first for the worst, when you do dirt
Remember there's a million hungry with the same thirst

No doubt out
Bets the money out
Niggas walk a funny
This is its all about?
Young guns and
bums and sons
Askin' niggas where they come

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

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

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

Carry your and avoid spots
Cell blocks rap blow you for slide time
What you 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 cut your life support short
Never had no love for you so it ain't no 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 up on stage in them shiny get-up
These niggas is funny, bunny actors
They hustle backwards, son I they gay rappers
Say word, drop some stature, dog splash ya, crash ya
The spell casta, heard the before and after its over
Flood get brain end the game, done its over
End of the line out of bitch it's over
On the wrong with no heat he was sober
We soldiers should've told ya

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

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

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

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

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