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And I know you ain't that nigga that you perpetrate to be I ain't movin' to impress, ain't gotta perpetrate to me All them bullets why ain't you spittin'? They'll put me straight to sleep Sayin' all you state is facts, when all them links make believe He can fake it like he wit' it, but I know he ain't a beast RIP L'A Capone, me and mines just play for keeps You don't got no hustle, you be breakin' every lease Remember they ain't give me time, but now they wanna marry me When you feel death around the corner, nigga that's a scary thing These blue birds in my jeans, talk like a parakeet I got my own style bitch, stop comparin' me Ain't gettin' money stop the purpin', put his face wit' charity Nigga 'less yo' name God bitch it ain't no scarin' me And I just bought another chop, this bitch Mariah Carey sing I know you don't mean it when you said you care for me Give up on me? Don't you do that bitch, shout out to Derrick King Said she love me very much, told that bitch I'm very sleep Told my girl that I'm 200 she was like, "you better be" Soon as my higari broke, that's when they wanna spread the peace Came to the conclusion I want war and that's 'til I rest wit' T Damn Tre why it had to be you? I got the news, couldn't believe, it was sad to be true Bitch I'm always on my game, I brought a strap in the booth But when they ask for my government, I'm like you askin' for who? And me and Brodie off a four, and we just matchin' a deuce And that's hi-tech, now I got green day, I might crash in the coupe Letras de cancionesEverybody rap 'bout guns, what can they actually prove? Before I rocked them foreign kicks, I had Shaq on the shoes Ha yeah, I'm thankful for the struggle Real chip getter, I'm just thankful for the ruffles Slippin' wit' the bitch, then we aimin' at the couple Four on my bodyguard, nigga I don't ever rumble Yeah, bitch we don't ever chunk 'em Must I say again? Pussy we don't ever tussle Never had a pop, so I lent 'em to the uncle Survival of the fittest, I'm just thuggin' in the jungle Bitch, and you be thuggin' wit' your feelin's Knock my bitch, yo' bitch too, fuck it call up Jerry Springer Follow every step I take, they just followin' the leader If you run up on me wrong, then you followin' the heater Fake ass thug, you be borrowin' the heater Brodie all about the bitch, we just borrowin' her Visa Nigga what? Who is you to tell me what the fuck I need to do? Niggas hidin', choppa find 'em, lil' nigga peek a boo And you won't see a eyebrow when we creepin' through I don't gotta lie to sell nigga I can speak the truth Nigga if you ain't thuggin' then my music may not speak to you Tryna keep up where you can't compete, you niggas need a boost Bitch, I'm that nigga for real They hear my shit and take down notes it's like I'm givin' them skills Nigga you ain't never been on no mission to kill And every verse a nigga spit, I be givin' 'em chills On the gang Yeah, givin' em chills Givin' em chills Ah, show 'em how we feel From Letras Mania