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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 shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha same

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

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

'cause we don't play around
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 take your off
I hit you with tha sawed-off
And your nigga watch your head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look
(What?)
I bust tha three-six until tha 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
Doggy

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

What ya know, I'm tha one 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 your
(Family)

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

We get our ball on, nigga, drink
Me and Buck get from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I a G
And the Baby still serving 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 tha Role, fulla diamonds
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot town, then I'ma holler

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

All of a sudden tha thing hits through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil'
Thugged out, pants fall to my strings
But since I use ta be doing tha at thangs

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