Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about

the same shit every motherfuckin album I dont give a damn how many he put

out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.

you got D's candy paint wood grain with the leather seats

mercedes baby lady baby crazy merecdes

I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper

I write short films"

o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots

Bust em and burry em

That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait

And crying at they wake

And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers

Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother

Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding

Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening

Yall niggaz best believe in

Guerilla warfare

Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there

I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead

My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead

of pumpin the shit in Olmstead

I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset

But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit

I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit

I threw on the fucking plastic bag

wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed

til the nigga cant breath

Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse

If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth

But down south I aint no hard ass nigga

But best believe real come the thriller

Motherfucka I feel ya

Blast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points across

They want the juice but they dont want to pay the cost

Now who's the boss

My nigga ask these hoes

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