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

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

I'ma attached to the streets, those in the pens
Started problems wit ol' tymers did ten
And this bitch curly head still been in the
But he ain't man to leave a real one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 wit TV pranks
You jeopardize my living quarters, see me sank
But I got news for everyone of
I know who yah is, plus I be satisfied until I go in yah crib

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

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

Armed and dangerous, and famous, young and restless
Guns and stretcha's, and dubs for breakfast
I got one suggestion, ask yah test em, this 'cuz get hectic
one through your son's intestines
Lock, snock lung through

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

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

And as far as the coke, 20 bricks and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips and say, "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer, I don't you, hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes,

Whatcha scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first too
fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' 'em too

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

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

hug it and squeeze it
Crack, it easy
Run it wit these n' murderers, and x-cons
Yah mine I give it to yah chest 6 times

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

I make sure I separate it, I hate when I love
Its just me, cash money millionaires wackin' the plug
Lil Wheezy, I'm laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its love me

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