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

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

When I you try to run
When I run you try to
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 family stones, think I'm sly

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

Dat nigga
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 ball or go on strike of my pitches
They think I want they
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 school detention that'll Neva out
Man catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, 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 bitch niggaz is lame and down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some than hot shh)
Well 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?
be poppin' man?
Man, let the be known
Who y'all talkin'

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' yo' parents sex each other
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 is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha

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

Da Luda drug
On da counter
You like my
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope close 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