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Hey, yo, Krayzie flip dat track
Rod got killed for having money, shot up in his head
T.J. died from hitting licks, a bullet in his neck
I shot a nigga in his shit because of what he said
Testing my gangsta, but on Tamera, you'll end up dead, bitch
I went and got it out the mud doe running with steppers
Just like Helter Skelter while selling these O's
So tell me what I need a shooter for, keep it concealed
Swimming with these sharks, with my Ruger hoe
Remember banging in the studio, thanking of shit
I'm steady, dropping hits, hope I don't lose them, though
I seen some shit, that will make you lose it, though
Like cousin kill his cousin on purpose over one of these hoes
No, we ain't equal, we ain't people, I'll send a spider
I'm missing Rod forgive me, Lord, for praying to disciples
You kill mine, I kill yours, we keep the same cycle
Two F&Ns with a 30, I don't need a rifle
33 shots with the right, just call me Scottie Pippen
I'm from the side where we don't say birds we call them pigeons
Where niggas snot, where niggas kill, where niggas born to get it
Where niggas hustle, and use our wrist to whip up a milli
Demons at night, niggas turn evil all over the dope
I seen niggas steal from they people just to buy some coke
That's why I'm clutching on that eagle, yeah, I keep it close
Like f*ck the black, tonight I creep in white, I be the ghost
I went and got it out the mud doe running with steppers
Just like Helter Skelter while selling these O's
So tell me what I need a shooter for, keep it concealed
Swimming with these sharks, with my Ruger hoe
Remember banging in the studio, thanking of shit
I'm steady, dropping hits, hope I don't lose them, though
I seen some shit, that will make you lose it, though
Like cousin kill his cousin on purpose over one of these hoes
Somebody snitching in the clique, it's time for separation
Niggas be having bitch ways, shit really be crazy
Give me a mic, give me a beat, and Imma gone lace it
Give me a jar, give me a pot and fork, and watch me make it
Guns and syrup be the logo, we mud babies
Coming out the trenches, it'll have you thinking, mud gravy
Gotta keep that phone tucked, I walk around without a safety
One word, I leave you on the curb, can't let nobody tape me
Slangin' that burner Desperado with this 38
Told so-and-so, if he tell, he'll die today
A face shot, that's what he did, but I dodged the case
Grand jury done popped up, so I just hope and pray, snitch
I went and got it out the mud doe running with steppers
Just like Helter Skelter while selling these O's
So tell me what I need a shooter for, keep it concealed
Swimming with these sharks, with my Ruger hoe
Remember banging in the studio, thanking of shit
I'm steady, dropping hits, hope I don't lose them, though
I seen some shit, that will make you lose it, though
Like cousin kill his cousin on purpose over one of these hoes

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