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I'd be a stupid if I'm stuck in his pot
I ain't waitin' to see what nigga out here me or not
I say, I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my
But these diamonds even me M-R and cars on my deck

And I can already vision sayin' I'm wrong
But I rather his momma my momma singin' that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks be ducks
And I'm all around that love playin' them cuts

I'ma to the streets, those niggas in the pens
Started problems wit ol' that did ten
And this bitch curly still been in the case
But he ain't man enough to leave a one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit TV
You jeopardize my living quarters, see me sank
But I got news for everyone of
I know who yah is, plus I won't be until I go in yah crib

Whatcha getting for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin'
And who ever sides we gon' punish em too

Whatcha getting scared for? get spooked
You was a bad mother at first stunt too
fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Armed and dangerous, rich and famous, and restless
Guns and stretcha's, crystal and for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, ask yah test em, 'cuz get hectic
Send one through your son's
Lock, snock lung through

If the portrait, bodies up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
with the torch, scorchin', ready to blaze
Step in me ways, kidnap car for 70 days
And let it be said, Holly Grove's the home of a

And if a nigga wrong than it's over
I never love ya, my metal ya
If you kept on wit the squad
Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, survives

And as far as the coke, 20 month and supply
And as far as the dope, chips come and say, "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer, I need you, hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes,

Whatcha getting for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we through
And who sides yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Nigga c'mon, you love us
Bumpin' of humma's
as thugga's, we who be
Think them coward's busta's

Why we hustlin' in they
We be in that smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them run up try to knock him off his feet
The is Wheezy, love it or leave me

hug it and squeeze it
Crack, bundle it
Run it wit n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
Yah test I give it to yah chest 6 times

I believe in me and my 'cuz niggas is broads
leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy ain't the like money and drugs
I'm dickin' that trial and I'm the jury and judge

I make sure I separate it, though I when I love
Its just me, cash money millionaires that the plug
Wud-up Lil Wheezy, I'm laid back up in the cut if yah me
Its love me

Whatcha getting scared for? get spooked
You was a bad fucker at first stunt too
fed up so me and Wheezy we comin' through
And who ever sides we gon' punish em too