| I’m thugged out enough to beat your fucking ass right now
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| I’ll make your best rap wack with a rap right now
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| Cuz I’m the jacka the calidod pack the yay sacker
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| Tell your bitch to shut the fuck up for I slap her
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| Yea the jacka the spectacular my hold makes me
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| Look like dacula plus the young mob nigga that’s smother shit
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| For the scrill my real niggas noting know who it feels
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| Put your guns up gather your troops up
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| Your shoot wasn’t bust out but your aim wasn’t good enough
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| You claim killa you did what I did
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| But I’m a natural born killa you and me at the same nigga
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| You get your gun tooken to war about to jump off
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| You fell to the floor you should close your eyes
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| Didn’t jump off get your mack snatched use your own gat
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| You know what I want run this shit or get your skull capped blown back
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| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya
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| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya
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| When that ak spits you can’t save shit you on your way
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| To your grave bitch we born killaz
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| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya
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| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya
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| When that ak spits you can’t save shit you to your
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| Muthafucking grave bitch
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| Shot caller now hit the block park the car cock the chop
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| Nothing but street star hustla hustla nigga what
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| Like my pops hops to diction hustler I’m spin shots
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| Watch before your watch visits
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| I’m in your wrist watches is not a movie
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| Your favorite rapper catch a slug in his booty
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| On the ground, screaming like a bitch
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| Caught the whole click thought he knew me nigga huh
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| Mini fourteen holler from out the window
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| Can’t handle the static get stuffed in the casket murder
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| Them bastards grab my ak off the shelf
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| Find the destination and send them niggas to hell
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| My occupation is a must that I stack G’z
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| And I done hit more licks that the these
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| Believe that I’m loco with the pulled off fo fo in your front door
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| Will have you butt-naked taped on the floor
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| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya
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| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya
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| When that ak spits you can’t save shit you on your way
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| To your grave bitch we born killaz
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| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya
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| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya
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| When that ak spits you can’t save shit your to your
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| Muthafucking grave bitch
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| I was too young to understand why they shot at me
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| But how can I remain a solder at ease and let the release
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| THE FAG they try to get me to participate
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| Not at this rate and see my though strong try to recoupe me
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| Before I’m there and gone like the Apostles
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| Stuck in this world without no help
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| Niggas don’t know we play for self and for keeps
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| Late night streets when niggas dump heat no retreat
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| Cuz the feats on my tracks
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| Without my five eating off this platinum plaque
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| For the fact that niggas ain’t shit so they blaze
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| Turn the page off the rage in a maze
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| When they can’t squabble fuck stuck in a face off
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| Soaking up more coke as I erase you job
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| Better duck when the bullets fly |