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Even though Im fuckin with the po-po
Them nigga know how I act in a low-low
Slow mo, nigga check out my promo
You mofos cant fuck with my mojo
I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I aint cha ho nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ball
Hes got nuts and plus the Don touch
And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
Hes laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks hes King Tut
Caint fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
That niggas, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though Im fuckin with the po-po
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
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Who me? A nigga livin life like a G
In that artillery keepin niggas off of me
I cant sleep living in these wicked times
Peep, niggas after me cause they see Im stacking Gs and heat
You can holler if you want to please
I aint runnin with no punk crew be
Enemies and my range is on
Youre in the danger zone
My fuckin game is strong, hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustling and busting them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Rikers Isle stay rile
But a nigga gotta use his styles
These niggas dont know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style
These niggas dont know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style
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Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates
Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean
With the fifth by the Gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin
Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake
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