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Yeah come see nigga
Come see this ol' light skinned
I him and I'm addicted
Disturbin' tha peace is the
tell these fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat named Luda'
Alert alert the atllien intruder
park water boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes
blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat one contender, southern offender
Fuckin' up ya whole

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

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

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

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

in school detention that'll Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles tendon and put a 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 it to flames
Not Joshua can come to war wit dis games

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

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

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

Hot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da block
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
Still why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I bring 'em to da future like a '85 Delirium

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

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

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