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

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

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

No dummy out
Bets the money out
Niggas walk a funny
is what its all about?
Young guns and
Slum and sons
Askin' niggas where come from

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

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

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

Carry eyes and avoid spots
blocks rap blow you for your slide time
What you got's
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 talk cut your support short
Never had no love for you so it ain't no lost
Strictly by the street stories get double crossed
Hands off I run the torch

They got me fed up the head 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 splash ya, crash ya
The casta, heard the same before and after its over
Flood get your brain end the game, done its
End of the line out of time bitch over
On the wrong street 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 your dick on your skit you ain't thug
Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you
Sucker for love slugs nigga

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

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

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

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