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Yeah come see nigga
Come see this ol' skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
tha peace is the click
Please these fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, call me slick dick da ruler
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern
Fuckin' up ya whole

When I you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the of my finger
Call me gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out breaths
While we toss darts at the of y'all V-necks

Dat cries?
Oh dat nigga is
Dat nigga can't wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat bronze bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on 'cause of my pitches
think I want they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll Neva out
Man catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can to war wit dis games

bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some than hot shh)
Well da fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da up

on man
Hold on lil
talkin' 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio man?
be poppin' man?
Man, let the be known
Who talkin' 'bout

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for
So when strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now they 400 ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to up on da block girl
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I rock with my 9 inch louieville slugga
wonder why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I bring 'em back to da like a '85 Delirium

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor convention
I put da quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red man like Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College nigga
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh