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Hello? What up, bruh? What you doin', bruh? Shit, coolin', ridin' 'round right now, just seein' what you was on. You straight, bruh? Shit, hell
niggas gon' slide every day (we are) He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see I
ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me (nah) 'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talkin' 'bout, no rappin' beef (what?) Boy, I'm
left him at the red light Should've mind his business, nah, now he dead like Uh, mm, like nothin' Ain't shit comin' out a deceased motherfucker Skuba
of them shits bloody New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me Profiling, posted on the ave P in Polo So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel
enticing him Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin R.I.P. to the cd can't even play my hits 'Cause new computer shit without the means
on the water Wave to the trains Passing by Steamships and planes May never stop here again But I hope that I do Sometime If you're smokin' that shit You'd
chick Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' Defensive linebackin' homie who gon' block 'em
It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is Whoops I did it again, didn't I? My
blast, claimin' South East H-Town Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
Didn't give a shit about loads of that But I did give a shit about getting locked up Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that Crap, you ain't
might know him as pullin' rank But we 'bout to do this shit We layin' the beats down real thick And I'm about to get nasty stupid with you funky hoes
Kind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative Man, it feels like I
The Lottery, you know It's all the Same Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain Taxes stealin' but
[Intro] These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin with man On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off
I'm the last great warrior of written lyric You can move to Polo Club bitch you still ain't gettin near it If its Bubba spittin fear it, this that shit
Yeah, c'mon, yeah Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying? Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had
sellin' that cooked up 'caine bird Is a key to a mothafuckin' G bustin' caps in the mix back in 1983 So that's old school shit to me I want to live
"easy back it up" Yeah yeah yeah the Reel to Reel "easy back it up" Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo "easy back it up" Kid Capri flippin shit
I was Eazy-E, I swore I was Tony Hawk Marks getting jumped over colors, some real shit Anyone fuck with us, we fuck him up real quick Move to Covina
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off Peace to my motherfuckin' nine Yeah I remember that old shit So are you gonna kick some of that
have the zone call all red (all red) We on a area shit as small as atoms can bust yo shit that's we packs and make stacks now who you fucking with (don't
my money on hand If you don't then you gon die where you stand Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
on the wall Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit Bitch, it's whatever nigga, we in this muthafucka For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho (Mafia, mafia,
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