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Peep me out,
Head busting, fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's
Nigga, me

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

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

Spark it up and a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail and do life, not ta ten
Me, Lil' and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme

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

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you twice tha sawed-off
And your nigga just your head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that suspicious
(What?)
I tha three-six 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 with a gun, what?
I'm standing there all mine
Run your click like a weak defensive line
fresh

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of a sudden tha thing hits straight him
I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants to my shoe strings
But I use ta be doing tha best at thangs

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