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(feat. Vital) [Vital:] Y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't And ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't You too scared, y'all ain't prepared The kid got enough heat to build a fan base in Baghdad I'm turfmatic, you don't wanna start no static Have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic Ya head on straight don't make me unmask it Or I'll be forced to and disappear like magic And until that day caome that I'll get, put in a casket I'ma saty spittin rhymes, til I get rich That's on Brookly, hear my words and hear 'em well I got the envelope sealed noe, you got mail Ain't no tellin what I'm finna do I'm unpredictable I just might flip Cock aim and let it spit Or I might get ripped and split your brain Just label me a hard head, who ain't gon change [Hook: x2] It ain't fun out here, you gotta keep a gun out here Cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here It's rough out here, you'll get snuffed out here Letras de cancionesTrunked, stuffed and even handcuffed out her [Mac Dre:] Who me? nah potna, your barkin up the wrong tree I'm cutthoat, keep thump thang on me I aim good, I throw these thangs good And me and that nigga Vital, we from the same hood The Country Club, where niggaz love to nub Push Scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub It's so rough, so tough out here baby We got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby Come out here baby, come visit the Bay Like them boys in LA nigga we don't play With the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin Nigga you ain't got no bitches, you ain't gettin your trippin I'm yokin and dippin, totin my equipment Gone off a fifth, floatin and I'm trippin Me and Vital, nigga we finna put a hit out Yet the game is rough boy we tryin to get out From Letras Mania