You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit Talkin 'bout you get all dem bricks Ima have to come round your way Nigga im real, you are too fake And a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I dont know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'ma let the automatic spray
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(Get 'em) Boy there he go (Get 'em) Boy there he go (Get 'em) Blaka Blaka Blaka Blaka (Get 'em) Boy there he go
[Verse 1] Hold up! Where they at, Khaled dont let me get em Gun cocked, where his cheerin? No talk, time to get him Fake niggas gon' make me kill him Make his body shiver like he naked in a river Matter fact I'ma leave him in the river Come and get him when its winter Nigga holla back I'm gutta, done told ya that Rock boy bitch over bags Say you movin them slabs of crack See nigga you a lie like Pac is back Man you niggas all crap and you homies wont last Til your somethin like paper tags Dont make me slide the mask To save from blast, get his ass
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[Verse 2] Now let me get em when I walk up in the place Put the pace in ya face, tell em gimme dat K Fuck niggas and they really dont think That I know where they lay, duct tape they face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas know where you lay Actin like I dont know where you stay Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake Tellin other niggas that you move them thangs what?? he aint bout dat lie huh?? he aint got no stride Naw, you aint really grind Leave em in the streets til the D boys find em Dumb niggas and they huggin on the ground In the middle of this town We gon' G-G-Get 'em
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[Verse 3] Now who am I? Motherfuckers wanna know When I pull up in that rov' When they know that its over Big holes in ya body like coasters Creep! Creep! We deep wit soldiers Black holster to carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me folgers But still creep in adidas wit the heaters, millimeters Wanna see where yo family at Pop! Pop! Just call me Ace Slump niggas imma call you dead Click! Clack! Now ya T-shirt red Hand em a tampon No batteries included know that the clip be hands on It'll take yo mans arm Leave his body slumped in the damn yardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
