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Spare Nizzle (Nizzle)
Triggs
Shoutout to all my youngin's, get me?
Young Giggs (Uh)
Joe Grizzle (No, no, no)
Uh
My n***a J-Beatz, get me?
f**k
n***a [?]
f**k
get me?
Shoutout to [?] as well, back [?] ([?] don't understand)
Get me, yo, yo (No, no, no)

Kick back and listen this and learn the proper way to spit
I stay the top of the tops 'cause I drop the proper sh*t
f**k the replicas brother, I cop the proper sticks
She leave you more wet than a horny b*t*hes pu**y lips (No, no, no)
You can find me in Pecky drawing a sexy b*t*h (b*t*h)
suck up and f**k up to satisfy my d**k (Uh)
She could be your missus screaming my name and sh*t
(And) Got that b*t*h on her fores, plus I'm recording
You wanna act like a killer, act like you're running sh*t (Yeah)
I got a gun and the bullets [?] be a [?]
Now you're laying a real lesson how the f**k it is (What?)
I'm getting more stink, grimey like a p*ssy lift
I live a crazy life, when sh*t gets erratic
Bullets are mad
It's crack addicts, [?] I standidly pack it
If sh*t kicks off, usually I have to back it
I don't know why, 'cause n***as know that Giggsy ain't gon' have it

(No, no, no)
That's the streets singing "no, no, no", and I ain't got no love for it
You don't love me and I know now
You get me?
(Tell the people)
Let's get into this
(Tell the people
Tell-tell-tell the people)
Come on
(No, no, no) Uh

When you're talking 'bout streets blud, I know everything (For real)
I've witnessed life, I've witnessed death, there ain't nothing I ain't seen
I've got the war wounds cuz, I've been up in the bin
Seen n***as turn into fiends, couldn't escape the bin (No, no, no, cats)
I've done shot every colour from green, white, to brown
Started copping it small, then copped the large amounts
I f**k with so many pussies for running off their mouth
I've f**ked so many pussies fam, n***a I've lost count (No, no, no)
n***as I've known in my life, I've seen them turn into foes
Been down that yellow brick road
Just like the [?] road
Looking for brains off of hoes
I've had the filthiest hoes
Some are gold diggers (But what?)
But I ain't giving them no dough
The feds thought I would crack when they nicked me with my stick (Yeah)
Sending all kind of threats like I should give a sh*t (Pricks)
I told them yeah it's my gun, let's just get on with this
Expecting real n***as to snitch, I know what realness is

(No, no, no)
f**king eediat feds, that's real though
You don't love me and I know now
You get me?
(Tell the people)
Shoutout to all my n***as in jail
(Tell the people
Tell-tell-tell the people)
Get me?
(No, no, no)

If you think that you're players, well I'm the f**king ref (Yeah)
And I'ma take you out the game with the f**king red (Red)
Everyone in the hood claims that they real n***as
But I can count of real n***as on my fingers
Don't say nothing stupid to jezzies, they're  be talking business (Nah)
And if they start feeling the pressure, they can turn a witness
If they don't get their way, then they set you up
Ask young Buck (Buck), trust me blud I've seen it
I don't trust no one to have my back except my toy
And that's the way the streets made me, I'm paranoid
And who can blame me? Just look how much has gone on
Me and my heater [?] so we got a lot in common (No, no, no)
It's like sh*t just got worst over the f**king years
Rest in peace all my n***as, for you I shed a tear
I hope you're living a better life that we're living here

(No, no, no)
That's some real sh*t there, you get me?
You don't love me and I know now
(Tell the people
Tell the people
Tell-tell-)

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