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You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all the paper, we stackin up plenty green
From my to your city, it's all the same
These hoes disrespectin, they you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's to lock
Put they dope up in sock, then head out to the block
These snitches G uniforms to blend in
we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
So you wanna give niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, cut the dope way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You be a certified chef
Or your whole sellers fittin to go to the death
And street niggaz ain't got so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin Carter
You like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a
Then send it to your kin or whoever
'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever
Yeah, talk, this is real nigga attitude
Bring it face, give me longitude and latitude
Better me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never a badder dude
Then the one in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all nail shit
I'm talkin they poppin off and makin you bail shit
We ride like Amtrak country
You bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, goes the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is to take a L
give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
And after I give it to ya, you can it and tell
And put in on ya wall
And let your friends see, how a trill took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a that's ten foot tall
But don't trip it's just a friendly game of
Hold up and I'm the Super quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a jack
Go ahead and take ya to the showers
When we done with the bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Towers
Hours on the clock by like seconds
you in the middle of a chin check and I wreck it
With real thugs at my beck and call
won't find no trouble disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody "timber!"
You fuckin the down South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the gates you'll be walkin through, fool