BLACK OPPS
Big Moochie Grape, Duke Deuce
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(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) There come a time in a man life We have to be violent, real violent Hahaha What the f*ck? F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?) How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam Fuckin' with a shit get scary .40 with a dick, pop a pussy nigga cherry Made Men Mafia, a gangster military F*ck one body, kill 'em all, very necessary Nah, I ain't fuckin' 'round, hater, rest in peace (what?) F*ck nigga talkin', "Wow," hit 'em with the heat Chasin' clout, talkin' loud, sound like the police (police) F*ck your man, gloaw-glaow, hit they block for weeks (hit they block for weeks) Shit can get real sinister You thought I won't remember ya Send you pussy niggas a lil' gift, I will December ya Got some brothers claimin' what you rep, they is not feelin' ya' They be talkin' 'bout killin' ya (killin' ya) Smoke you like some Indica (what the f*ck?) F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?) How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam Uh, point out these haters, we get out the bomb Servin' that sack and my lil' nigga got him a strap So big it'll take off your arm Big Moochie Grape, bitch, you know I'm the don (Big Moochie) Left wrist still one-of-one, uh Young nigga shinin' hot just like the sun One-twenty just for my son Back home, they treat me like God in the slums (uh-huh) Having some fun with these funds (bricks) My lil' nigga seventeen, got him a gun (seventeen) And he ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin') I'm the young nigga, turn nothing to somethin' (uh-huh) Youngest OG, bitch, I'm pushin' the buttons (pushin' the buttons) Every piece on the young nigga be flooded (ice) See me an opp bare-handed, we flush 'em Flooded with rats, yeah, real nigga carry a MAC, yeah 762 out the 'Cat, yeah, hit his ass up then we scratch, yeah Black Op, but you can't get 'em back, yeah And all these nigga be cap, yeah I put the racks straight on your cap, yeah They take your ass right off the map F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?) How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam F*ck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? How the f*ck you goin' to war with a don? Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam What the f*ck? Ayy-ayy, bitch Yeah-yeah-yeah, ho F*ck you talkin' 'bout, bitch? Grr-rr-rr-rr
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