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Suspect chin niggas, no win
that, sick ass high 7
Just a on my ting-ting
Ruckus
Doc no
More death trap
Engineer
We're
artillery
Street clibering
Street yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo
chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the the bag the ugly
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 around let whole crown man down, man down

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

No doubt out
Bets pull the out
Niggas walk a funny
This is what its all
Young guns and
bums and sons
Askin' niggas where they from

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

Just you wild 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 back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice,
Shotgun slammin' in chestpeice, blaow

Carry your eyes and spots
Cell blocks rap blow you for your slide
What you mine
We can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull
Whether the rhyme or the crime still shine
Heavy on the street talk cut your life support
Never had no love for you so it ain't no love
Strictly by the street stories get double crossed
Hands off I run with the

They got me fed up the head up
Put up or shut up on stage in them get-up
niggas is funny, Energizer bunny actors
They backwards, son I think they gay rappers
Say word, drop stature, dog splash ya, party crash ya
The spell casta, heard the same before and its over
get your 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 dollar ice on your wrist don't you thug
'Cause a bitch is sucking your dick on skit you ain't thug
Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you
Sucker for love slugs nigga

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

With the W through your flesh
Verbally possessed never second
Blow minds David Koresh
Fuck a you need 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 rhymes galore next time 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 bringing drama by the
It drama
In the now of Cappadonna
My split persona hit village and their baby mama
Y'all niggas playing with this money while we stayed
And kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash,
its over
You should keep your tucked in
And should run your mouth with a suspect chin
Now lay it

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