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Follow me, babe, in blood Yeah, my grammy beloved To all my niggas out there super thuggin', still strugglin' We go all out, half money or half heart I got his location, what you wanna do to this mark? Ain't no days off, daily plottin', it neva ends It always seem a nigga snithchin' was yo best friend Who got that intel on you, throwin' shame on yo grind I drop 10 stacks just to keep a piece of mind My lawyer beast it up and blast you fuckers Cause real G's won't bow down in the name of you suckers My browl full of hustlers, niggas I look up to R.I.P. Dre, fuckin' Piss nigga, who shot you? True playas only, I look thru the scope Get range and smack the phony, 100 thousand in a week Sierra Leone, blood diamonds, head shots, no testimony Testing the testa rosa, testing straps out, fully loaded Come test my soldiers! Wake a nigga up like 6 a.m. off that vultures Waboda's a cult rock, I'm non-stop Monkey ears, Mickey Mouse spill chipped out my chop Follow me, babe, in blood From Letras Mania