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'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major
when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks
and it can set you free
We don't have to rush when you're alone with me

I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I
coming baby, don't got it (don't make me wait)
So let's be about it

No, no, no, no
Don't phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I
niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I
niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
Teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck
a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em
dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
If you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make
It's a day
get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call
taste it
Horses in my car, little Louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing

Aye you probably think you know where this
the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips and they can tell
By my rag hanging, *** this is Crip, but I'm chilling

It feels
THROUGH THA NIGHT
PEOPLE TOLD YOU I WAS VIOLENT 
PEOPLE TOLD YOU I WAS CRAZY
BUT STILL WE REMAINED AS ONE
WHEN YOU FEEL PAIN I FEEL THA PAIN
YOU NEVER LEFT
pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

Kill-kill-kill
Summer, and Spring
Picking, pushing, pulling, cutting the field
Sweating bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
and when its cold, joints lock up barker
coming baby, don't got it (don't make me wait)
So let's be about it

No, no, no, no
Don't phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I
get it, cause I got a family to feed
If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat

[Chorus]

[Crime]
Do any niggas wanna step to this?
I back
Yo everytime I MC I'm coming off 
Yes it's coming back to me 

The be you S-T-A Hey! Yo when I MC I'm coming off 
Yes it's coming back to me
already hot when another one starting to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up
Y'all cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like
That be playin me G 
Like a sucka ass nigga see 
That ain't feeling me 
It ain't easy 
To kill a G 
A mothafuckin' playa 
From tha F, A, to tha see
it
Plus I think when this shit drops niggas gon' get about it
Hip Hop is too crowded
And I'm on in the tip of the stage slappin hands in the front row
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt

Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be?