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Peep me out,
Head busting, black
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 die, I'm tha same brotha
out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha

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

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

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

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you twice with tha
And nigga just watch your head fall off, fall off
You ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn 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 like all mine
Run through your click like a defensive line
Doggy

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

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

We get our on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and get head from meekos in Tennessee
ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the still 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
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma

a crate of Cristal, couple of blunts and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that ain't my
(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
I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants to my shoe 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 ain't ready, he ain't