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12 in the morning Pop shells for a living And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute Rogue wave on you niggas no fail when I hit 'em Everytime I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em Ain't nobody give a fuck about a rule Either get diplomas or a tool I'mma cool with my youngins No bool when I'm sprayin' This K at you fuckas Fuck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door People be starving And people be killing for food With that crack and that spoon But these rich mothafuckas they stay eatin' good Droppin' wage livin good Holdin steel Glocks but you been a bitch suck a thick cock Fuck a Crip walk hit the strip like in Bangkok Never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad See me on the TV screamin' "bitch you a damn fraud" Letras de cancionesAnd you don't wanna fuck with a chigga like me When I pull up in that Maserati, better duck fore ya brain Splatter on the concrete, I'mma hit you with that 45 Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bow tie, lookin' like a thriller Film bitch I'mma go right back with the clip in I know You be shakin' don't test me or I might just click at yo noggin Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door From Letras Mania