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Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all
[Hook] Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt Betta tell 'em I ain't playin' because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Ain't a damn thang change I still keep thang right up under my shirt When i pull away hang and bang cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt Say you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Say you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Say you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first Say you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt boy you betta catch me first
[T.I.] Alot of pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth That is till I run in they house Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now Next thing you know the gun go [BLAH] I ain't scared of the law Naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do [what you do] The question is who saw? Shawty I'm way too raw [raw] Catch me any day you want You could think I'm a player if you want But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't [you don't] Well then playa you gone wrong [bye] Don't get me wrong cuz some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) But they ain't sayin' bout shit Cuz it's very well know where I'm at They could catch me in the booth right now if it really like that Naw nigga that they hoe get him In the whole shit, the fo fo's spit they holla "oh shit" Protectin' her and you both hit You betta check ya gun cuz you'll be so sick If the chopper leave you with no dick Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit Leave 6 in you, couple more in ya bitch And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused, nigga!
[Alfa Mega] I got you TIP I'm finna ride homie Fuck niggas might talk loud, act real, but they don't really want this here Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive You shouldnt have been doin nothin But ya did what ya did I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is I'll rest your case to ya real man you know what it is Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back Half got K's, half got Macks Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat Put his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap And dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sara nara Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that I swear to God man I'm really gonna snap
[Busta Rhymes] Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please When a bullet whiz by You'll prolly feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, i can see the big barrel of the chrome flip double grip handle for the squeeze I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit When I go to Jacob and i cop that brain If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang And I'ma pop that thang, and the shots gonna sting (really?) The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga [hey!] Stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me Front if want motherfucka you can catch it Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet Pop off police pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz [take two] Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go) See you don't really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show, look, listen and you better observe yo Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (sss) Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four Stay down betta (lay down) Checkin' for a nigga, who can put your body in the dirt [oo] [I don't play bitch] You, really need to go the other way Do you know I got it under my shirt?!