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

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

Yo, Mag never with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some niggaz end up with a screw face
Besides that I got a gang of P-town with court cases
And all gettin' life
We can be enemies fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
on a slut, let it rain on 'em
But I'd rather put my on 'em
at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

Mag hit it then on 'em
"Alias" if you with me you
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 my pain
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag out his brain
I'm goin' insane and niggaz, hatin' my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the and plain

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

Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' them in the cocktail
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out with the
Mag ghetto as but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just [unverified]
But I got a sweet for crime but never kill
I run steel, stay in the house, put my dick 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], much fine in weather
wipin' they tongues a little
Mag run for the street, or for the
new cribs still dissin' the pot
Some bums change see
lookin' at Mag strangely
Find thyself, from a tree
But I'm a life gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't [unverified]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was
But now I'm big boss in the game, 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, with my hidin'
I keep them hookers my fort, and keep a low vibe
I heard the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so
From o'clock to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes

Even got a watch, I ain't dumb
no familiars in this place where I'm slingin' it from
I got wholesale weight, that low weight
Or any kind of weight make my dough flow straight
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no
why they 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 faith
Put it in reverse and, crush your
Go to court, the judge fuck the case
Go to jail, no bail, cut face
Get it right nigga, you dealin' with
I for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

Listen, as soon I'm on the you struggle in raps
Anticipate nickel plates, man, where you sat
Like a panel under your shirt, picture that
How your gonna burp when you losin' your lap?
Hey, I'm the shade, don't floss in the day
Niggaz think they so cold like they okay
I'm hittin' hoes, like you charmin' the dame
up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"

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