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You might have 6, 7 bags heroin up in the mutha fuck glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what your preference is
the signs of this I
cuss a mutha fucka out.
(*Eightball*)
Niggaz gonna be feelin what I'm revealin
tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make
these mutha fuckas dead,
I’m sorry God, Forgive me for my sins all this violence and this bloodshed.
Just brought my baby back, The baby momma ransom, My
on my bunk Cap comin' put the weed up
I'm thuggin' like a mutha fucka always throwin' the 3 up
When I up the mutha fucka pussy niggas always freeze up
niggas, they be dyin' over bitches
Who that is
Mr. Step on shit for real
Mr. Do it by himself when I go out on that drill
Who that is
Mr. Turn up
Caulkin' my shit
Who you think you fuckin' wit?
I said recognize the mutha fuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
Who
And the survey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets
And the survey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
mutha fucka
I need a blanket cause im cold mutha fucka
I get so high I like to keep her under
Fucked her all night so in
The morning fed her supper
I
lil homie, big step, big step, lil homie, big step, big step,
lil homie, big step, big steps, Ay
How can I explain, try not to be vain, fingers
van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga
cars got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune cause
I flipped O's like Vanna White
And the survey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be
Cartier dangIling, gold mutha fucka
I need a blanket cause im cold mutha fucka
I get so high I like to keep her under
Fucked her all night so in
Talk loud and get switched lil nigga
And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it)
Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga
Who you with
at this full speed before my time come come
Jump jump mutha fucka jump
Jump
I want it I got it
Jump mutha fucka jump
Jump
My momma gave me wings
Papa taught
of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Like what up
Slick as a bitch I'm butter
Thats my nigga talking bout yo' motha'
Ohhh I'm real mutha fucka
Slick like butter
Slick like butter
You
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
eyes
Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die
U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka
Don't be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka
Who shot u
Soufside nigga from the A
You can call me TwAn J, a.K.a
Mutha fuckin FAH
Mutha fuckin FAH
You can call me TwAn J
I don't think they mutha fuckin
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
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