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

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park water boy, spittin' in tha
I jam they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, offender
Fuckin' up ya agenda

When I you try to run
I run you try to hide
You the snap of my finger
Call me gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a full of family stones, cats 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 there is no seats
You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
Have yo butt checks red man like 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 nigga
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh