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We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them nggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it Just gotta come out a couple dollas, they gon' blitz you nigga Gun hot but my gloves on, I'm in the mitten with it They say he a pussy, so don't kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him They say that they on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause I been on them Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them Every time you see that nigga Skilla, you see him and trim Forgies on the five, baby trippin', tryin' to bend my rim Hit man like, "Point them nigga out," I'm like, "Them and them" Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim Every week I drop another song, that's another M I don't see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem I had to cop the plain presi, it's a gem Lil' bro gettin' shots up and that boy been in the gym Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him Letras de cancionesWe gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them nigga chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show Wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these nigga hoes Cold feet 'posed to be a stepper but he froze Line of scrimmage, that's what we gon' push if it's a go Jump out on them, pound upon that pussy with these poles Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we all on dope Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked Crack a pint, he don't get no styro 'cause he broke Blemishes, resume demolishing his folks Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes? Cuban link but I still got Frankies and the rope I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole Skilla with me, Motor City nigga do the most I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap from the ghost We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe Every time we see them nigga, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them nigga chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show From Letras Mania