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

you see tha left hand bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand busting, nigga, you're
Took one to tha chest, I die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha brotha

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

Spark it up and make a nigga block fry
Go ta jail and do life, not ta ten
Me, Mario and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Van Damme

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

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

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

ya know, I'm tha one from 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)

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

We get our on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get from meekos 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' with tha Role, fulla diamonds
Call me tha one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, I'ma holler

With a crate of Cristal, couple of blunts and a
Let him know if he down bad, that my problem
(Let him if)
Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma him
him, put tha flame to him

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

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