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Mane' this sh*t here crazy, stupid b*t*hes say we killed my n***a Say they caught him slipping, In south Memphis i was somewhere sick Know how we get down & how we kick it, Fat you know the business Hand some up & down & up some guns this sh*t got kinda wicked Now i'm out in traffic by myself, i don't know who to trust This Glock got my back, draco with me clutching on every truck Imma keep on smashin, keep yo name alive & post you up b*t*hes wanna f**k cuz im above my feelings, in my nuts Swervin' through the city in this Scat, i got bout 50 on me Opps tryna sick b*t*hes on me, Carbon it got bout 60 on it Ever since i lost Tadoe, been Crippin with the Kitchen Homie Cold heart Crippin, Like im Gunna, b*t*h im drippin on em Trappin out a Vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in 357 came with 8 shots, im tryna let off 10 The plug say he gon stop sending the bomb, we keep stretchin his friend Well little do he know, His ahh next when soon as we meet again Jakes done hit my phone, like they just booked me for bout 20 racks Chop that sh*t in half & send off a 10 he send me 20 back The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin' This sh*t here like crack & we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the scat I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right 3 to the chest, 1 to the neck, i bet that boy don't heal right I keep popping all these pills cuz i like what it feel like & don't that im slippin', try yo luck you gon get killed twice
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