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Woah, yeah, woah, yeah Woah, yeah, woah If you cross me and you ain't dead, you better thank God I love Johnny to death, that's why I named my son Shaad Ain't too many niggas left on the Eastside that I ain't robbed I wake up and hustle every day 'cause I done felt starved When I was young, we stole candy, now it's homicides On the way to splat some shit and I caught butterflies Streets murdered all my niggas and I'm traumatized That's why I'm killin' all yo' niggas, I can't spare nobody Oh, you think I'm pussy 'cause I rap, huh? You want me to leave yo' brains in yo' lap, huh? Yo' bitch say she love my music 'cause I snap, huh? You get mad, you picturе me hittin' her from the back, huh? Scrеamin', "Free him," and you know your brother a rat, huh? Y'all gon' break and bend the G-code for them racks, huh? I been lettin' shit slide, now I'm amped up Everybody wanna shoot, we had to lap up That shit weird And then these niggas tellin' when you get caught They put the pressure on the bitch nigga that's around you and he tell Then he a rat, he been, he been that, bruh Before he got locked up Letras de cancionesI refuse to argue with niggas, I'd rather blick 'em I refuse to re-up with niggas, I'd rather strip 'em I ain't seen yo' bitch in a minute, she gettin' thicker I told her, "Please don't suck on my tip 'cause that shit tickle" My youngin' lost his brother, he ain't talkin' and I feel him I seen it in his eyes, he just wanna shoot his pistol You say you with this gangster shit, lil' nigga, that come with it The choppa in my room by the bed, lil' bruh, go get it Way before the rap lines, used to clap mine Leave his ass flatline, yeah, I'm on that time Niggas get they chain snatched, they never snatched mine Crucial, where the Percs at, I need a halftime From Letras Mania