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Ya really don't Wanna FuckWit Us and that's whats up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us Ya really don't want our gats to bust Too all my gangstas grab your straps off the shelf Niggaz is murderin in them streets, please protect yourslf Listen! These Niggaz out here talking about me every day But if they come at me Ima have to blow them Niggaz away (BLAAAOW) Tuck in your gat, Nigga you ain't thuggin, your nuthin but rats Stuck in trap, Nigga run up get a slug in your back Killin you Niggaz over oil like President Bush The shern oil jacked the shit hit the ghetto and push One, Two, Three, Fuck with us and you'll be R.I.P So if ya don't want ya heartbeat to stop Then walk away before my gun pop Leave me alone, pack chrome, gat long, back no, cat go, leave a Niggaz back blown, Soon as he act grown Nigga my gat crack bones, Cats won't last long singin ya last song, A Nigga wont even make it back home Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's whats up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us Ya really don't want our gats to bust Letras de cancionesUp against the West Coast Nigga that squeezed the most triggas And Fucked the most Bitches and touched the most riches The four is on switches, the Benzes is so vicious We stay ghetto for life...MY Nigga Crooked Ain't Real? You Confusing me my Nigga How you double cross me? You used to be my Nigga Niggaz cry rivers, soon as we fly triggas, Five hit you, that's how lead poison travel inside livers Tie you to a bumper, drag you by your adam's apple And laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel So Why You Wanna Fuck Wit Me? I keep a Ak, a P-90 and Desert E I pop up quick, Be where you thought I never Be from outta nowhere I giver your Coogi sweater three From Letras Mania