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(feat. Stretch Strong Arm, Blackk Starr) [Chorus x4: Dr. Ama] Roll up, load up, cock back, dude yelling Hold up, pop that, lay a nigga down [Blackk Starr:] I'm back, the six three, brown skin, tragedy Off line, block and hate, don't get mad at me Slap ya face, take ya face, expose ya buns to be You'se a cock lover, snitch loving cock sucker I got more pull in this street than a tow trucker I'm feeling full cause I'm eating and I'm so gutter I hope ya number one gunner got his aim straight We ain't all sitting targets, sitting, watch you pick our plate Flow retarded, back to blow you bubble wrappers All you ucking rappers, show you what this ucking mack is I'm a lover and a fighter got the total package Got the jam jammers, leaving all my fans bananas My music bring together red and blue bandanas They rep they set, but enjoy the show, toke they hammers All the honeys quick to pull they panties, know they love me I look good but violate and I bet I'm ugly The way I spit this track, you get so touchy Wanna know where to find me, where I be's at I'm talking to all niggas, sticky like some bees wax Letras de cancionesA fan feeback, to the crowd you can keep that When they pull the thang, the thang, no hesitation G-O-D, birth of me, I know hell is waiting [Chorus] [Dr. Ama:] Pigmenation black as night, my heart's blacker Bastard child, son of a bitch that is to clap ya I fiend for a killing machine, that's my addiction Doc Ama, the room in affliction, I clean the friction One sick fuck, live for the quick buck Rather get my dick sucked for that quick nut, then I dismess smuts Married to the streets, but you know I cheat on her Just cause she's a freak, let other niggas eat on her Spread her love, that's why I dump slugs, make thugs leak on her Hate it when I see NYPD beat on her A love/hate affair, my thugs anxious here We drug pagers here, masked gloves scrape ya hair I load up, roll up, cock back, fuck where the cops at Pop that, blow off a nigga crown Keep the four pound, cause so often niggas clown S dot I dot C dot see gwop Beat twat, squeeze glocks, snitch niggas, please stop [Stretch Strong Arm:] This is a vintage, malicious thoughts of many existence Equipped with the heart of steel, of many apprentice Whose job is to seek and destroy, any resistance Feet, head, hands chopped off, fuck forensics Earn a closed casket, dream team is different from you bastards We dumping at the wake at the masses Nothing in the, myst of traffic Bitter in the sadness, I love ones life forever taken Or I love ones loss, lives forsaken As long as these pigs ain't getting scammed for the bacon Kidnap they kid, drop 'em off with they neck rung Back like Asian, Puerto Rican, it ain't a race age Love/hate situation, it's based on the way you thinking So bomb me, body language speaking Most got fever, fuck by the decon See what happens the jeans leaking, emphidemines creeping The smell of crack burning every weekend The smell of back burners, steady heating Play the back burner, the youth is speaking Or feel back burners that move you weaklings Born and raised in the constant struggle I ain't glamorizing shit, just exercising muscle If I ain't, get it legit, I got a jooks and I fuck with fire Get at ya bitch, I got a bitch with a bubble Fuck boo, fifth tucked under the snorkle Gon' ride when the beast up on you H.K., B.K., when she pop up on you Boy, you swear something sweet up on me, til she release that M.P., and ride on the precent for you [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania