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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' skinned mothafucka
I seen him and I'm
tha peace is the click
Please tell these ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat one contender, southern offender
Fuckin' up ya agenda

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the of my finger
me golden gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, think I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til is no seats left
You shit out wheat chex and out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the of y'all V-necks

Dat nigga
Oh dat nigga is
Dat can't fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat nigga bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike of my pitches
They think I want bitches
But I don't no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in detention that'll Neva come out
Man catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm 'bout
You see we and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to
Not even Joshua can come to war wit dis

These niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya
And tha simple and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some than hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da station man?
Shorty be man?
Man, let the name be
Who y'all 'bout

I be dat dat lova lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each
No glove, no love, betta yo dick to run for cover
So when strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
Some get burnt Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin' to to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I rock with my 9 inch louieville slugga
wonder why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I 'em back to da future like a '85 Delirium

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da quite close to yo tittie
Have yo checks red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College park
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh