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Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer
You that thug that's used to doin' it out the dub
I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to my killers
Staff on niggaz, get for all you niggaz
Yo, I ain't tryna talk straight up I walk this shit
I'm used to bossin' shit and clips
See hood is my way, they talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave nigga coffin shit

See we gang, we never bought it in the streets, I
Peeps I train to hustle, get it take out
Let me bang and spread it all the project blocks
I'm sick glocks, now bitches get ridiculous jocks
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your club with
Grill with fronts, Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks from the bitches and the I crush
And the last niggaz that fuck with us

Yo, Mag roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some beef end up with a screw face
that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases
And they all gettin'
We can be after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
on a slut, let it rain on 'em
But I'd put my brain on 'em
at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

Mag hit it came on 'em
"Alias" if you me you ride
Get in the of the Lex' and be out of your tux
me "Alias" from my respects to crack this case
I'm past berserk, nigga, look at my face
I got an ill way of showin' my
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his
I'm goin' insane and niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the simple and

Sin the reason why rap gon' be the same
First niggaz my name, off with his brain
Put the heat to his back, his lungs collapse
If I sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too
Uncut, can't
You remind me, of pussy, you bitch ass
Up North, off, snitch ass nigga

Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' them in the room
the nuttin', sweep 'em out with the broom
Mag ghetto as but mo' cheddar
to smoke dub sacks now just pound [unverified]
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my up in Jill
Poppin' usin' the pill, never did it
I wanna see how it feel, you fuck wit' my skill

I make a mil' [unverified], pussy much in weather
wipin' they tongues a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
Brand new cribs still the pot
bums take change see
Neighbors at Mag strangely
Find thyself, hangin' a tree
But I'm a life gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga diesel [unverified]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low I was younger
But now I'm big in the game, come let me show you somethin'
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five calico with a wide
And women don't when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, my 'dro hidin'
I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low
I heard the feds me 'cuz I'm so live
From five to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes

Even Magoo got a watch, I dumb
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm it from
I got weight, that low sale weight
Or any kind of weight that make my flow straight
I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no fake
That's why down to play me on radio stations and rotations
Thugs hate, everything I stand fo', hands fo'
plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

Laid back in the same colored
Run over rappers that test the
Leave you under the jeep and test your
Put it in reverse and, crush your
Go to court, tell the fuck the case
Go to jail, no bail, cut your
Get it right nigga, you dealin' with
I for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

Listen, as soon I'm on the show you in raps
nickel plates, man, right where you sat
Like a panel under your shirt, picture that
How your child's burp when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, don't in the day
Niggaz think they so cold they jewelry okay
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' you charmin' the dame
Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of paid?"

A pretty boy got hookers thinkin' that the blows don't
the day that the curls slide under the braid
I'll give you somethin' sharp to raise line in your fade
Different ligaments torn for every round that's
Puttin' hoes into groups and spittin' them up like
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets through waves
hop drive thru, pop somethin' in Dave
I ain't from yo' way, nigga, I'm from V A