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Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work niggas, the clock off snooze
I'm tougher than leather niggas,
I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a nigga?
Hard to the
God, come and butterfly a nigga(Hold that)
Ooze on out(Uh, huh)
Weeks later niggas go and throw your shoes on out
I'm that nigga that great
Mario [unverified] 'bout
Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox, niggas with big
GlocksLate night, movin' that junk like
Redd FoxNow, you don't want nothin' about me(Nah)
You b*****s, niggas come ****ing with the
Alkieniggas smokin', keep the cancer piece on it(Yeah)
Call hoes, get ****in' whenever
I want it(C'mere nigga)
Mack daddy(No)
Pimp daddy(No)
Hammer nigga(Yeah)
Let that go
I ain't heard shit in a long, long time
To even **** around with either one of my rhymes(Sheek Louch)
Niggas still livin' off the petty ass crimes
The Hossa [unverified] hater,
Lacoste gator
Levi's, hundred to the
Mr. Chow waiter
What up street niggas?
Hold heat niggas
Sweet niggas, you'll get beat niggas(Yeah)
Now who out there wanna **** around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me(I'm talkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna **** around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop
Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask, "Are they ******ed?"
I'm so sharp
I could come through and scar they block
Late night, red linin' in an
R.A. dropAnd
I'm only tuckin' them until
I shoot ya
When I pull 'em out that's when
I'm ****ing with your future
You gon' realize this is nothin' that you're used to
Get your life taken by a booster
Then we gon' hang the noose up
It's all over with(Yeah)
All they found was his
Louis scarf
With his D
NA all over it(Mm)
Who's choosin' and pickin' them(Who?)'
Cause I'm sick of them
Not followin' the curriculum(Yeah)
It's my ****ingest
I'm evictin' them(Get out)
Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave,
I'm rippin' them
Even though the love's frail, the thug's real
All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail
Much harder fightin' when the battle is uphill
Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will
Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases
Still gotta run from the
NARCs, they gon' chase us(Run)
In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
If we leave the game for
God they gon' [unverified] us
My suggestion, is that you don't even test, son
Unless you wanna catch a fresh one
Now who out there wanna **** around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me(I'm talkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna **** around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go





































