Son of a got my name in they mouth I they woman down And leave my drawers at house
not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone Stankin' and swinging on like I was Roy Jones Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab Crushing motherfuckers bout the size of a polar
Bear, I swear, you beware I'ma let it go leaving spots in your hair Life is hard but it's fare ain't for free Get off my you niggas ain't taking nothing from me
I done mashed, for my cash And if I got to go now I get and mash I'm still man, you better feel that Ain't wrecking the shop where nigga kill at Get your wig peeled
M, my inventions, stay out of Have you limping, to a crawl you out of
H town streets it be too hot, get glock It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot D town shermed out soldiers on the block It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock
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I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a When I be on son of a bitches bout a regular lot Don't come around with no plex Fuck around and pull out the of life And snatch dome smooth off your neck
To my people when I call my fond money under my bed And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they Hell, naw I ain't been scared, a bit of thing inside myself 'Cause I might bust me out these guns on myself
Being the king of the Killa and Disco Dan and from the Tre May a slug hit you spit fuck miss and your uh reefer done J and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping 'cause we down
Leaving a of bloody murders through your city and through your town Who would you run to, you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool And on top of decision we ain't having none of that riff-raff Fuck around and open you up like a big slash
Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot New York shermed out soldiers on the block It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock
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We got bars and stripes, boy and Polite on mics the type of cats that boys on pipe With they jaws on tight, and they extra hype Full of that shit to make us and drawers ignite
And we gone the fire, fuel and flames Get them brains, gangsta we off the chain Who run till they off the track, wolf pack Up in Playboy mansion I all these bunnies back
We got money stacks, and lacs Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, and Jack? Who want to know where our be at, come hear the Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back
We can do it like this and we can do it like Crack your hands high your skull cap to hoes Snap a photo for folks and close your favorite pack of smokes Cheater, we ain't no joke cut throat style we won't stop
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