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T.O.S., On Sight You see the muh'fuckers who get it T.O.S., or daylight Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
T.O.S., I you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya life T.O.S., On Sight one in the chamber, walk with the banger
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, Think I won't get Well nigga, I will Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the and the chalk out When I pull the out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car and your windows all clapped out I turn to memories, remember me? The got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me With the .38, stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, ask me Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the B Sold to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood stand me
It's fuck 50, I in the drama He love her, I fuck her, his baby's mama She a freak, she give me the That nigga try to front, I'll him the llama, yeah
T.O.S., On Sight You see the muh'fuckers who get it T.O.S., or daylight Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
T.O.S., I carve you up You see my knife, see you in ya next T.O.S., Terminate On Keep one in the chamber, with the banger
Yeah, uh Everythin was slow motion, but I I got the potion now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me smoke him Murder one one, four three-fours I'm from, son
I need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it Get it upside-down or it, I could promise you a visit You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga ball and Meanin everybody know me I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot in the mornin and right I'm performin I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your nigga be snorin, bein on point is important Cause a coffin'll shortly after the white chalk and, yeah
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me me crack, call me coke, call me uncut dope See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin over for you niggaz, red line on your throat, terminated
T.O.S., On Sight You see the muh'fuckers who get it T.O.S., or daylight Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
T.O.S., I you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya next T.O.S., Terminate On Keep one in the chamber, walk with the
Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it? Who, who, who, who, who, who it? Which gangsta want it? What? Which rapper want it? Which trapper it? My house is haunted
And I'm gone, the Feds bug me and wrap me I'm the Gingerbread Man, boys can't catch me Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the BM got a new friend, they finally got a
Yeah, I treat bitches cars, I drove 'em out They keep a trey-pound from when the wolves is out Horses, Cavalies with a vest on I kick like Pele and Beckham, c'mon
I got dopehead hands, and fingertips, oh yeah From baggin up with my Bankhead, bitch day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch I'm a bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit
T.O.S., Terminate On You see the who get it right T.O.S., or daylight It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine
T.O.S., I carve you up You see my knife, see you in ya life T.O.S., On Sight one in the chamber, walk with the banger