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Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh Give it to 'em I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas out No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get out But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but f*ck, we came this far He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car 'Cause I don't give a f*ck if you were my cousin, you ain't finna say what you saw Before my mama cry, on your mama, I'd rather just blow your shit off No, you ain't no gangster at all, you just good at playin' it off Talkin' 'bout somethin' that hit, but you ain't even done payin' it off Tayshia just had a son, I give her fire, but a ho gon' want my seed If she told the truth like True Religion, I still wouldn't give her my genes Love is evil spelled backwards, so you already know what that mean It break your heart like branch on tree, that's why a ho always leaves I'll roll my feelings in a Backwood 'fore I give you all of me Then smoke blunt after blunt 'til I fall asleep Woke up and put that mask on like it was Halloween You on your period, just give me head before you fall asleep Got hit by ATF, but still gon' move that dope Got on my knees like I never lost before But I got a daughter, so I can't lose no more And I want her mama to know I'll never choose no ho We got three K's like we never been home before My dog cuffed a ho like he don't care what she done before Baby mama on the 'Gram sayin' she done, but she been done before Her mom always bash her like she haven't been young before Free my cuz out that cell, free Number 4 I'm so loyal, you my dog, wouldn't f*ck your ho And if she f*ck my partner, we can't f*ck no more 'Cause I ain't finna get into it with bro behind no ho I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas out No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get out But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but f*ck, we came this far He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car Yeah He ain't gon' make it back to the car Bitch, what you thought this was, man? What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
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