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Who da fuck you wit
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked a bitch
get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga

Oh shit, they fucked up unleashed the beast
My flowin' with danger and without love for the streets
I have to pay attention to that I say
Because these punk ass fagots and bitches take the shit the way

So, I'm lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em
Leave your bottom dollar on you 'cause all that you'll be needin'
Grip your glock, call your shots, your nuts and call the cops
When it's I don't see that there is any reason to stop

You see, I just got the pistol AR-15
And it's still shootin' fuckin' three's
200 yards I still got my enemies
Hit your pine out but make a nigga bleed

My Marty Griffin shootin' five fields
.50 cal some, wanna feel
(Bleep)
With my CX-4
Rang your doorbell, pop your ass through the

Who da fuck you wit?
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked a bitch
Bitch get hoe or get whooped like a nigga

I done told you cowards, I ain't for this shit
you talk on your mix tapes, he say, she say bullshit
Radio play all on the air
about hypnotize ain't treat him fair

Check contract and tell 'em where your funds at
Ballin' out in ATL smokin' weed and sippin' on dat
Ain't no bitch, bitch, have to tell you
Ain't no rap, ain't no nigga in a gang or a

Goin' stop playa from gettin' my cheese
If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or kinds of weed
know about standin' in a courthouse
'Bout to get judged by 12 folks lights sent us out

What'cha about niggas in the hood ain't changed
If you turn your back your main nigga put a bullet to brain
What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, old
'Cause I you bitches, I goin' no more

Who da fuck you playin'
get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a

If a bitch talk shit, she can suck a nigga
If a nigga wanna fight, he can the fuckin' shit
know who I'm with, triple-mothafuckin'-6
You can think that I'm playin' but I playin' bitch

I can it to you slow, I can give to you quick
If you bitches want some more, then and get it bitch
Got a whole bunch of and I promise, I'll spit 'em
know CB from the, "One hitta quitta"

Know some real, know some
Got some love, got hate
Know some it, know some cowards
Some smoke weed, smoke powder

Some ride Chevy's, some ride
Some pill, some some crack
Some them thieves, some them
Bay Area

Ain't no biz if you want to kill then make fuckin' move
Damages when I get ya nigga what I do
Get my point across when I'm up and ride out
Packed your bags, mashed the gas, to best to hide out bitch