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Peep me out,
busting, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, sweet
Nigga, me

When you see tha hand bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same
Jump out and Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha

It's a must they that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn number
Uhh, up and try again
I kill ya, ya up and make you die again

Spark it up and make a block fry again
Go ta and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario and Toolie, my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van

About'chu 'cause we don't around
Bring tha K around, tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground you walk on
Tap tha phones that you on

Jam ya up and take arms off
I hit you twice tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off, off
You think ya love me, I anybody that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha until tha damn drum bust
(What?)

I hit tha hood, be up in all
(I hit tha hood, be in all black)
nut
I run up in your house a tommy gun, what?
I'm standing there like all
Run through click like a weak defensive line
Doggy

You want war, nigga, beef, beef
We can do it how ya want or it to tha streets, streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, on my feet
your air, leave ya burning like heat
(Through air)

What ya know, I'm tha one tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, bruiser, I'll bet any G
(Any G)
On fire, nigga, label, a HB
And if I can't kill you, your family
(Family)

it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through 6V
(6V)
Heads bust if ya really it's CMB
And I you all know about Slim and B

We get our ball on, nigga, Cristy
Me and Buck get head meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I a G
And the Baby serving niggas for ten a ki, nigga

Look, call me big baller, Big Tymer, big
me big stunter, big stick or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role, diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on
Fire, when you shoot town, then I'ma holler

With a crate of Cristal, of blunts and a condom
Let him if he down bad, that ain't my problem
(Let him if)
Let him if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Chop him, put tha to him

All of a sudden tha thing straight through him
'Cause I'm tha nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be doing tha best at

That mean I gotta wear a vest day
I think them niggas jealous of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain't ready, he ain't