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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

(intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch),

(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the of my hooptie, what should I do with the bitch?
I think I to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, deliver, from murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle fo-fo
I'll your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face
I a nigga who always wore black
Said he was an o.g. player shot up some niggas with
Said he had a little drama with high powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he he'll give me some scriller
So he partied the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so called o.g. finally showed up
bastards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my mack and aimed the and body (oh shit, God damn)

(chorus)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(nigga, that nigga, straightly smoked)
to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got on

(spice 1)
I hit two up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't but the motherfuckin hog in me
So i's bail to my caddy with the triple gold
Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the
I told my nigga to bring his ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be
They comin, so hit the and try to crawl to the villians (niggas)
fools is some killers and I can see they really want this nigga
Musta fucked em on some or somethin sick
Whatever it is niggas want to bury his dick
Got in the caddy and up out the drama scene
Looked like gangsta shit you see up on the tv screen
But it ain't no cut, actin live, niggas die
Drug related killers, on time high
See real killers can be on
I'm kickin tales of the niggas who got on

(chorus)
(shit), to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(go nigga, lookin and shit nigga)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got on
(fuck you doing nigga, up a joint, motherfuckin...)
Kick to the of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck is wrong with )

(spice 1)
We it up, my partner had some love
50 g's to creep on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin
25 are and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin 10's
Infra-red, silencer, silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a massacre
Everybody, cause can't no diss me
Niggas you sent to the club, some motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the straight do they ass
I took em down to his basement and then I his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga heard I kill with a routin
got him for a couple of birds
So then I creep up the i-c-u, I see you livin too long
you crept on, your life gone

(spice 1)
Yeah nigga, got some just for you
Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut nigga
Straighten your bays nigga
Yeah nigga, you like this shit huh nigga, nigga
Suffer motherfucker, yeah, take a good of the shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, breathe, what you can't breathe
Somethin what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, thought you somethin, hahahaha...