yo u ridin wit a slug, wit 2 shots in his face u dyin wit a slug try'na sound like mase listen 2 his tape, this lil nigga used 2 sound like case maybe im just trippin .... maybe he just snitchin seem a hol' lot diffirent, when my cell in Clinton but i c ya str8 fur, str8 gurl yea, u B a killa, u kill with words gotta look at the facts and not the hype like who got shot and who got knifed who keep gettin struck but don't never strike hope the beef go away when the feds indict... hahahhaa i know ya cards nigga, it's so clear u just wanna sell records, u don't want warfare u don't wanna ride, u wanna get rich and hide cuz niggaz would have died if they shot me 9 times but hey, thats just 4 the record take this mob shit serious please respect it
chorus: and there go tha shots, they rip em apart plus theres some blood comin outta his lung it's murder, bloody homecide thats what the cry when they losing they life if a muthafucker ask me how i sleep at night pretty good wit a slug, my heat held tight thank god i'm a don is what he feld like here's my work on the surface, now turn off the light
U aint kill homma cuz if ya did why u aint get the kid that order the hit? u know i know, that if u live the shit that u spit, somebody got somebody somebody got jumped, somebody got cut u a boxer nigga, nobody got shot? nobody got cut? screamin what what? ok ok, killa u suck think about it, enough is enough time to show who is who and what is what i mean how can i respect u? when the niggaz that left u aint none of em felt you u know where they are, where they perform bust ya gun, stop an make some noise please no more ghetto koran got money now, it's time 2 bomb and thats just 4 the time take this mob shit serious please respect it
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aint a nigga in this game do this shit that i quote good luck u never see another me might be some other G's tryna trace and color me but i believe in the ways of old when you slit a fool's throat tryin 2 tell on Po rap shit in ..... fuck a snitch cut of his dick put on his lips u really think i was gonna let u slide fuckin wit me u must be out ya mind u really think Sha gonna make things right nigga i won't stop till u loose ya life i was mindin my own till word got back talkin bout Po i was like, Ohh God must be ready 4 this nigga to Go (bye bye) gang land, this is the mob u got ya break imma finish the job just don't get the feds involved then imma reunite u wit ya moms (R.I.P.) i guess this ain't just music cuz jail only made me much more ruthless and the bitch nigga knew this thats why he try 2 sign me 2 G(ay)-unit naaahhh, hahaha tell em how u made me uh: i don't roll like that, i'm a godfather loved on every streetcorner it hurts ya heart that u don't get that honor his fans i'll pay 4 that 10 years up top not seven months shock walked the yard wit blood took the bus wit curse i earnt my love u, u just petetic u never be a G despite ya efforts take this mob shit serious u gon respect it thats just 4 the record
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