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(Okay, daddy)

This a 211 on a motherf**kin' opp
n***as know my body, everybody gettin' shot
Last n***a played, I cleaned him up with the mop
That was '07 in the gamblin' spot
I aced to the deuce, I told him, "Suck my d**k"
When I was locked up he tried f**k my b*t*h
I took a step back, then I bust my grip
I love that f**kin' deal, all I did was dust my 'prints
I'd rather get rid of my wife
Rob a n***a with that gun the same night
Got his head cracked, he was slippin', rollin' dice
Walked up on him calmly like, "n***a, that chain nice"
'Cause you know I get hyped
When I kick in the door wavin' the four-four
I ain't had no money, I still ran up in the store
Burner to his jaw
Stupid motherf**ker, take the money out the drawer

Papi, tú robaste la tienda mala
Te voy a matar a tu madre y tu pai'
Sucio
Foolio
Shut the f**k up, you movin' slow
I think this n***a don't understand how this movie go
What you said about my mama?
Shut the f**k up, uh, take that

Welcome to the Terrordome
Bustin' at your fitted cap, shootin' at your hair and bone
Beefin' since way back, n***as know the sh*t I'm on
f**k this house party, cuz, n***as ain't gon' make it home
Tote this b*t*h, n***a, don't matter where I catch you
I'ma grab the special, turn around and stretch you
Keep that same energy, hidin' with your n***as (I don't give a f**k)
n***a they gon' get that same penalty
I ain't tryna sort 'em out, I don't know the difference
b*t*h n***as all get it, one clip, one visit
Two shots, two missing
Lord help me, I'ma give 'em hell
Gotta lay 'em all down 'cause they will tell
f**k 'em, I finish up and swerve out
Lookin' for an alibi, n***as got the word out
Shootin' like it's Palestine, shells on the front line
Neighbor saw hella crime, f**ker should've been gone
n***a saw my L plates, 1's on the scene
Quit drivin', get a phone call, it's my n***a
(Aw, f**k, where you at, cuz?)
n***a, I'm on some Crip sh*t
Finally found that n***a, caught him slippin', had to set trip
(Damn, what'd you do?)
Laid that whole motherf**ker down
Front, backside, everywhere they goin', spin rounds
f**kin' foolio
Caught him slippin', he was movin' slow
Crip-hop 'til they drop, that's how the movie go

Call my cousin Casanova, let him know the movie done

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