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

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert it's the intruder
College water boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
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 golden
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 niggaz that like to death
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til there is no left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out 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 bronze
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my
think 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 pull out y'all

Y'all in 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 I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-ize it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can to war wit dis games

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

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

I be dat dat lova lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' 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 what I mean
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now they 400 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 me lova lova
Explainatruim
Ass
I bring 'em back to da future a '85 Delirium

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope close to yo tittie
Have yo butt 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
Playa to ya boy
College park
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh