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Most of the time when you see me I'm in a bad mood
As a kid I was a meanie now I'm a bad dude
I walk around with a scowl on my face
Smoking owls and I keep a 40 cal on my waist
So you, better start focusing on taking care of your bi'ness and get out of mine
Cause you do not want me to handle it if you come up and you get out of line
So you better get back b*t*h
I pack clips
The MAC spits
I act sick, and splat sh*t
In fact this is practice
If a motherf**ker really wanna try to run up I knock him off his axis
You better go get every one of your people if you really wanna attack Chris
My tactics may be a little bit extreme and tеrrible
You don't wanna know what I would do to you the sh*t seems unbearablе
The mean-mug
Yo cliques wanna bottle and shut this b*t*h down
Now I'm in the parking lot drunk and ready to spit rounds
Don't try to block me acting c*cky that's how you get clowned
Head tilted back and on my face is a big frown

Got my head titled back and on my face is a frown
Head titled back and on my face is a frown
I got that 4 pound
You don't wanna see me clown
Cause when I wet you up I guarantee that you will drown
Got my head titled back and on my face is a frown
Head, head titled back and on my face is a frown
Got that, got that 4 pound
You don't wanna see me clown
When I, when I wet you up I guarantee that you will drown

Look, success is bitter sweet to me
It seems I'm blessed with haters
Them b*t*hes reap but I'mma G so they don't stress a playa
I'm in b*t*hes to leave em dripping when my aim spray
b*t*hes want the bi'ness I do them tricks the same way
I be riding with iron
Told you time after time
I'm a giant I grind
If I'm lying I'm playing
If I sight you this time
You gon make a n***a leave a tag on your toe
Blast with the fo
If your b*t*h try to jump in the beef I'mma put the pimp smack on a hoe
I don't think you want it with the Mob when it's on
We do sh*t so unimaginable
We attack with the flow
That'll burn n***as into oblivion away that'll drag and'll blow
You don't wanna be caught in the midst of madness when the anger dwells
I give a promise of deadly proportions and send n***as into the flames of hell
Revolver in my hand
The chamber on my gun turning
One shot, one kill and leave you contorted and stunned squirming
My weed'll tranquilize a bullet got my lungs burning
I got more lives than Jason b*t*h, kill me I keep returning

I got my head titled back
I'm getting head in the front
That 40 cal on my lap
That SK in the trunk
If we ain't talking bout money then I ain't giving a f**k
You claim the sh*t that I'm smoking or prolly what's in my cup
I'm yelling free Jay Stiles
They got him in the slammer
Never talk because we eating
Where the f**k you n***as manners? (where)
You know I'm trynna ball
Hoe I come from Indiana
T-Rock gave the call, I'm on my way down to Atlanta
It's a part of my country grammar
Riding round with that hammer
You know a n***a be focused
Snapping off like a camera
I'm hoping you get the picture
Doddy up in my swisher
Mob put me on the job
We finna bubble like a blister
Me and my n***a Sche
Double G in the black truck
n***as think they do it like us, don't make me crack up (hahahah)
I'm mister 100 like Wilt
b*t*h I'm up no stilts with my head on tilt

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