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(Okay, daddy) This a 211 on a motherf**kin' opp n***as know my body, everybody gettin' shot Last n***a played, I cleaned him up with the mop That was '07 in the gamblin' spot I aced to the deuce, I told him, "Suck my d**k" When I was locked up he tried f**k my b*t*h I took a step back, then I bust my grip I love that f**kin' deal, all I did was dust my 'prints I'd rather get rid of my wife Rob a n***a with that gun the same night Got his head cracked, he was slippin', rollin' dice Walked up on him calmly like, "n***a, that chain nice" 'Cause you know I get hyped When I kick in the door wavin' the four-four I ain't had no money, I still ran up in the store Burner to his jaw Stupid motherf**ker, take the money out the drawer Papi, tĂș robaste la tienda mala Te voy a matar a tu madre y tu pai' Sucio Foolio Shut the f**k up, you movin' slow I think this n***a don't understand how this movie go What you said about my mama? Shut the f**k up, uh, take that Welcome to the Terrordome Bustin' at your fitted cap, shootin' at your hair and bone Beefin' since way back, n***as know the sh*t I'm on f**k this house party, cuz, n***as ain't gon' make it home Tote this b*t*h, n***a, don't matter where I catch you I'ma grab the special, turn around and stretch you Keep that same energy, hidin' with your n***as (I don't give a f**k) n***a they gon' get that same penalty I ain't tryna sort 'em out, I don't know the difference b*t*h n***as all get it, one clip, one visit Two shots, two missing Lord help me, I'ma give 'em hell Gotta lay 'em all down 'cause they will tell f**k 'em, I finish up and swerve out Lookin' for an alibi, n***as got the word out Shootin' like it's Palestine, shells on the front line Neighbor saw hella crime, f**ker should've been gone n***a saw my L plates, 1's on the scene Quit drivin', get a phone call, it's my n***a (Aw, f**k, where you at, cuz?) n***a, I'm on some Crip sh*t Finally found that n***a, caught him slippin', had to set trip (Damn, what'd you do?) Laid that whole motherf**ker down Front, backside, everywhere they goin', spin rounds f**kin' foolio Caught him slippin', he was movin' slow Crip-hop 'til they drop, that's how the movie go Call my cousin Casanova, let him know the movie done
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