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Dre, niggas think we're
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins out
Bushmaster hundred drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big
Me I make the register
I'm the cab
They the hammers ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, where the is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You gon' get did
It be your tombstone and fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the
I'm Damien nigga
When I gettin' loose on ya
thing to lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it to breathe
I with your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you lookin' ways
you crossin' the street!

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, is sparta
It's I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' a race horse
Follow orders now shoot his "face off"
You can one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the gone
I was born with the tec it's a birth
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, down on the back blocks
It's horrific nah it's
I got it if you sniff it, go nigga twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em they ride on 'em
Get the on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They say not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna me
That 4-30 spider, fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Myers
It's off the when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas while whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the comes, it's hard to explain it
time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my