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

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

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 pocket full of stones, cats think I'm sly

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

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

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

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 what I'm talkin'
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not Joshua can come to war wit dis games

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

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

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

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

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope close to yo tittie
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