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Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah Let me hit that Mafia, what else? 227 Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown Even if they arrest, I bet that they won't catch me With my pants down, rather go hand to hand handing them samps out Before I'm ever begging for a hand out Hand out the window serving clucks, nigga never took the scam route Play with Blocks, I bring them sconey scams out They might got a little fame now but I remember They was fanned out, Game Timing shit but this ain't FanDuel Quick to give a nigga angel wings likе he was sipping on a Red Bull .40 strip a nigga of his manhood Nevеr suck or stroking on no ho, no, they can't live without him They can say the most but that's one thing that they can't say about him Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly Don't play about my skrilla, know them killers, they don't play about me Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow 'Cause I'm too busy catching powder but my shooter trying to catch a body He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off Letras de cancionesCaught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off When they took him up top, made me wonder what was his last thought? Nephie just hit a lick, he dumped them on me half off I don't give no fuck about no bitch, I get them quacks off This big MAC'll turn your brains into Mac Sauce, nigga (Jack guy) Way your baby be icing shit, they call him Jack Frost Still ain't no lacking in the trap, I never slacked off A nigga keep that "back-up-off," niggas better back off Walk with a limp because my nuts heavy I'm Dizzy Gillespie in Giuseppe with a bust' Presi' Dope changing colors from too much resin My niggas accept me and whatever else that come with it Two thousand OJ in Florida, might let the sun kiss My son miss me so much but he know I be drug dealing Mud spilling out the pint, thought I was done tippin' Even if I let her spend the night, it ain't no tongue kissing Wouldn't wanna be 'em when I see 'em, same treatment go for who run with him Better hope that nigga brought his gun with him It's more deadly than the tail of a scorpion These bullets poison, if it's a stain, you getting stung with him A shootout every other night, you don't know the feeling I nicknamed my stepper BLACK+DECKER cause all he know is drilling He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off When they took him up top, made me wonder what was his last thought? Took him upstairs Baby, open up my heart Seen it all, been through it all, yo From Letras Mania