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Yo even if I just cooked up, if comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you
Nigga fuck the bullshit, keep a full clip
In front of the rockin gauze in the woolrich
sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports with 160 on the dash
So I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one
Your died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we a body
Or they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I feel y'all, so feel me, if y'all guilty
y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by then these faggots probably be killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas a bill
So what's the deal, y'all know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, to the triple beam
Without rap my gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip wealth
You want space, I give your whole room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls niggas get hit
That way the press and the run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my
I even pick up your so you won't get caught
dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the bottle, straighten your lungs
the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "somebody this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin
I'm from motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that,

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets your ribs
You christen kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga his bid
All on the top, yeah you ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, to get a wagon a day
up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in jaw
Niggas think own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the
Or you could do it my way, relax and
You worship SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I smack your mouth while you in the field
Run up in house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and
Til you wake up in the mornin and your is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the dice game, a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way shape or
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat