Correction Lyrics Oh Man by YS

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Man, this sh*t gettin' tricky
I just bought another fifty, still floating through the city
My mind on a milly, pray a n***a don't tempt me
I'ma shoot until it's empty (Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Oh man, free my n***as in the can
For my n***as dead and gone, I'ma blow a hundred grand
Cookie came in, I'm so up, I can't land
Ahk poured up the Act', I'm so stuck, I can't stand (Ron-Ron do that sh*t)
Oh man
n***a lookin' brazy, I'ma leave him where he stand
I can hit him with the 40 or I'll probably use my hands
They don't really want no smoke, I can tell them n***as fans
F&N on me, n***a, it be blowin' like a fan, oh man
Phillie P on my ballcap
Hollow tips knock your brain out your skull cap
Say he trappin', but he broke, what you call that?
If he fumble in the field, I'ma grab a sack
Oh man, I'm back on that hot sh*t
'Member all them days when I was broke and had to rob sh*t
Oh man, my n***as really pop sh*t
And I know some n***as in the field stove poppin', oh man
Stanford Ave full of lunatics
I know some n***as pullin' up goin' Ludacris
We ain't with that showin' love, f**k that Cupid sh*t
MAC-11 with the scope, plus a coolant kit (Oh man)
All my killers with me, and we on some ruthless sh*t (b*t*h)
If a n***a diss the gang, he on some stupid sh*t (b*t*h)
I'll beat a n***a ass, leave him toothless, b*t*h
And if I got my gun on me, then I'ma use it, b*t*h (Oh man)
You better think about your life before you lose it, b*t*h
Red beam on his face, it look like a zit
Man, this sh*t gettin' tricky
I just bought another fifty, still floating through the city
My mind on a milly, pray a n***a don't tempt me
I'ma shoot until it's empty
Oh man

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