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(feat. Lil' O, Carleone "Mike D", Chris Ward) [Chorus x2] [Lil' O (H.A.W.K)] Hey nigga that's me (that's me) I stay underground so I can shine and stack G'z (stack G'z) these coward ass niggas ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me) and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three) nigga that's me (that's me) [Lil O] Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) Slanging coca (yeah) Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real) They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't) I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh) Cause I want more bitches than a damn hoe house (come here) Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now! (whoa!) Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook (uh-huh) When you see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh) You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh) You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh) That be knockin' on a nigga door (nigga door) And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four (bitch!) In two thousand I ain't playing with these nigga roes (yeah) All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!) Letras de cancionesI'm a gorilla (yeah) That's untamed (what) I let my guns flame (booa!) And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain [Mike D] Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!) On the trill you dummies! Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy Young mommies want a hog that ain't cuffing the puttee They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with them goodies So follow me now to the land of the brick lick hitters Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogs My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up Nigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield up We dope runners and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get pegged Run you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down This my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme [Chorus x2] [H.A.W.K] I'm a outlaw (outlaw) I'll bring it to you raw Southpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jaw Above the law and all military forces A hustler run the block like obstacle courses I stand taller than Sasquatch Rolex my wrist watch And when the gloat cock it's strictly head shots If a nigga got beef I knock out teeth Steal you like a thief make the asswhippin' brief Bring your family grief if the situation is getting sticky My trigger fingers itchy cause my business is risky You better not miss me (don't miss me) Or you ass is history (Bye-bye!) Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mystery I can't deny pull more stunts than fog eye Snitch and you'll die like bacon you will fry My alibi "I wasen't even on the scene" But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16 [Chris Ward] I'm one of the ones (that's me) That's an usual suspect A thug that hang on an infested drug set And stack chips, stay strap and pack clips With hollow tips that will make you niggas do backflips And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw In three or four places like I break the law Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man Got killers and dealers on my team from here to Oakland That's movin' more powder than Johnson and Johnson I'm a death wish to niggas just like Charles Bronson I'm uncut and lethal like LSD Cocaine mixed with acid and PCP Rap game assassin If I raise I blast and bury niggas six feet deep in the grass So if anybody ask Tell Chris Ward is dangerous For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous [Chrous x2] [Lil' O (talking)] Nigga that me nigga I'm tired of playin games nigga We gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillas The cowards from the killers The roach niggas from the go getters bout they scrilla The fake niggas gon hate us but the thugs gone feel us man You boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga But you gon respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you nigga Get on your fuckin' note nigga We puttin it down the way it's supose to go down nigga Don't ask why we don't come around nigga We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin friend man We trying to get this paper nigga You out here playin games You do what you supose to be doin I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed to be doin' nigga That's for real nigga That from the Fat Rat with the cheese that's gonna anwser all your questions Why we ain't called you and why we ain't fuckin' with you nigga South-seea-for-lea sucka! From Letras Mania