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pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland A no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go
your camera phone on it's a photo shoot

Me and Boosie smoking fruity
It look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes independent too
Me
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
nines
They have a few good men, we have black, strong hood-long lines
Of gangsta-ass murderers, ex-cons
Three-time-losers, pull out your fire arms
holler

Don't say nothin' as I jump out
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out?
Start runnin' cause I'm terrified
Two shots from his gat
get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggas one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Wale

Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch
strong 

Blown by this wind that?s come 
Their faces burning from 
A bad decision they made 
Now this novel sound 
Has slipped away, away 

CHORUS 
Take
[Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
sunny, act one, near a money machine
Jumped out the cream Lex with Jacks, she rocked a black tennis skirt
With Stan Smith's, about a size 6
Jewels,
troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Nobody don't care
(No
troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Nobody don't care
(No
the border nigga
If you a fuck nigga I'll fuckin' shoot a nigga
When we pull up ho's get starstruck
This live house
MMG, I'mma teach you fuck niggas to boss up
Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical
Comin back, to attack in black fatigue
Wu-Tang and Junior Reid

[Junior Reid]
You two
some liquor when I heard
My nigga Black passed (pour out some liquor)
From multiple gunshots between 3 and 5
Mama always told me only the strong
Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all the bitches in
the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
international, stone love classical
Comin' back, to attack in black fatigue
Wu-Tang and Junior Reid

You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran
You da
to shoot outs, we won't move away

[Chorus]

All my niggas that held it down the last half a decade
My nigga gruff, bad 140th, 139th
Black tone, white
two hats

So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong
bills 

And fake ass fives that they don't even drive 

Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive 

( 2x ) 



[ Holocaust ] 

Half dead