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(This one ride right here, Ant) Oh, I'm finna tweak that bitch Ooh, ayy What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout, nigga? Fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? I got plenty things, aight, aight Bitch, you'd think I was the motherfuckin' cemetery with all these bodies, ho, fuck you talking 'bout? Oh yeah Bitch, I created this here music while these niggas lay down Bitch, it's lay down or get down Niggas knock your face down That nigga was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds That nigga was yelling for his life, that nigga ain't make a sound Ain't lil' bitch gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down I'm young and rich and I did this shit, that's why they envy me Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be Already raised them last, lil' niggas hollerin' they want beef with me (Aight) That nigga talking all that shit, I brought them choppers out Bitch, I had ran up in his shit, left him dead in his mama house I had to bust that nigga brain, you know what this shit about I had to reunite with a dead soul like, "What you talking about?" Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" Letras de canciones'Cause when I come, bitch, I ain't playing games That boy was speaking on my brother, he died behind the name You must not heard, you speak on my brother, you get stepped on Oh, you think you safe when you at home? Don't get crept on You sent your pin to that ho, you think she comin' alone You think you finna fuck this bitch, I'm on the other end of that phone (Alright, watch the clique) When we creepin' on his block, no, we don't see the opps Them niggas ain't nowhere to be found, them niggas in the house Post on that bitch like that's our shit, put them boys on timeout Convicted felon in this bitch, but I got that iron out I don't give a fuck 'bout what they sayin', I made that boy pick up his mans You better be careful 'bout what you sayin' 'fore I clear it out, fuck you sayin'? Bitch, you know I been the man, hop out that car and get to sprayin' Bitch, you know I feel like Boosie, set it off (The fuck you talking 'bout?) That nigga was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds That nigga was yelling for his life, that nigga ain't make a sound Ain't lil' bitch gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down I'm young and rich and I did this shit, that's why they envy me Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be Already raised them last, lil' niggas hollerin' they want beef with me Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Come here, bang) Ayy, it's just gon' take one more time From Letras Mania