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(606 buried this beat) Ayy, pu**y, what's up, n***a?
I'm at your motherf**kin' front door step
And I ain't pickin' up no newspaper (B*t*h)
Let's go, f**k a n***a, uh (Uh)
Uh, 4X, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang)

We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop

I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a
I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head
N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

My shooters try knock off his fro'
B*t*h, we probably smokin' your bro
Public figure, I stay with a pole
Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke
Triple K, I'm cutthroat
We tryna hang a n***a by a rope
N***a, go get fixed, you broke
They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin no lies
And if I am, motherf**ker, I'm flyin'
Diss me in your trap, b*t*h, rapper, you dyin'
Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time
We double-back like press rewind
I don't f**k with these n***as, they pickin' sides
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (On gang)
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop

Hit the block, spin it one more time
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin', she wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher any n***a try to come for mines, get whacked
Young n***as in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", n***a, we say "Blatt"
Any n***a go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my b*t*h off, put my sh*t on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church, I took my shirt 'fore I go to work
I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk
Young n***a, he gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last n***a you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pu**y
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my n***a Dre, I wish they can do it, pu**y-a** n***a got gunned down
Real OG in my n***a, speakin' on me, that'll get a n***a gunned down (Gang, gang)
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a b*t*h, turn her on like a laptop

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