[Chorus] [Krazy] Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys [X4]
[Mac] Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best (?) the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!)
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[Krazy] My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether (?) bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga
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[D.I.G.] They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life Im thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I aint hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga
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