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heard she got that (Boston Crab)
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way,
and the tables are turned, go DJ
So

And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

Playin the microphone star
Deep in your car
With the thump-diddy-thump-da-thump-da-thump-thump
Pop up the trunk and let the bass bump
If you ain't got

got them 
Trunk 
Bit by decay
The apple rolls 
Away 
What is family
Wanna make my own one
Whatever that means
Surpass the old one
When I run
I run from

and I’m lit h-tine in da whip the paint sittin on drip like I just came from fishing  Bentley letter I’m gripping, purple rain I’m sippin I’m swangin on dem

the trunk  any problems that’s getting solved 
Kids and spouses, they’ll get involved 
Maybe tonight if they send da kite
Taking a life if the price is right

Niggas be having da pistol tucked but really ain’t squeeze
Nigga I been city boi been thuggin in my Rees
Me and dawg just pulled a chase
We on Oakland by

Pull up in the whip like Scur
Pet land delivery 
Trunk full of Birds 
North east bronx you can find me on the third 
Sipping Rose bussing cases

On and on and on
Sing it with me
Na na naa na na na naaa
All my fellas in da building
Go head and one, two
Footwork on point
Look how they watch my shoes
Don't watch my

Like the stock
When they chop the price
Go fuck yourself like hermaphrodites
No trapping light
That won't suffice for my appetite
The trunk heavy in this

trunk
This gelato mixed with da skittles
The runtz one
He ain't think I had dog shit I had to up one
There ain't really shit in my city we open doors
We

face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case

[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit

von vorn

Doch spöter wirst  du alle dribbeln so wie Future Trunks ey

Unnormal in top form brate vor ort

Doch bis das passiert bleib ich beso steh im

he got knack and fight back
Nigga eat all in the ground
Smoking this tack up, we smoke by the pound
Nigga, now what is that sound
Bags that lock, been

One little piggy went into the store with a glock in his pants he was ready to blow
Two little piggies was stuck in the trap
With a tec and a mac,

(grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)

All these pipes in my trunk like I'm plumbin' and shit (stupid)
Spinnin' through your

you fit in Da Vision?)
If you ain't Tribe, Don Flare, or da homie Pi$ton (Uhuh)
(Tribe)
Then get out the way
Get out the way
You better move (Yeah)
You

I am
I was in knee deep, sent the Ds to the dorm room
So full blown, we needed more room
By the looks, you'd think we was hustling mushrooms
Security

the grim reaper
Double cross us
In trunk witcha ya like speaker
That 38 go in ya grill
Have you talking cheaper
Brothers of the same struggle
Made us drug

to the homefront
In no time everybody's doin the Hump
Puttin the funk in the trunks and back in the boom box
We took the road show straight to the nine-o

Well,

up out of there feelin' just like a star do
Bangin' ass system cost more than the car do
twelves in the trunk, radio with detachable face
Still in

give a fuck bout who mad
Young boss nigga you know the whole hood know me
Glock twenty-four rest in peace to Kobe
Aint mean to break yo heart baby girl

the shooters by the store fronts
Need no match got the spark shit I be blunt puffin'
Cookin' up boyard get bags like Goyard
Stack cheese parmesan my goal in life

And you wanna smoke more but the reefers all gone
Can I get that medical it's legal in Detroit
So I wrote Da Weed Joint
For the OG's in The Land who got