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(feat. King Bun B) [Verse One: Celly Cel] Mobs and shit once I get in Roll throught the Town with my clip in Niggas lookin at me like they wanna start trippin That's when I come through clownin, dippin Flippin niggas off like they some hoes Let em all know about the Valley-Jo H-I double L side show, they don't want none of that funk no mo' 45 calibur slug, I ain't nothin but a Cali thug Caps get peeled in the ally blood All on the ground no Valley love Another body wrapped up in plastic Situations out here get drastic Sit back, see the boy in the casket, see the grass get A little greener on my side of the table Ontraponuer with his own record label Niggas get mad cuz we ain't able, pimps up nigga with them hoes in the stable I ain't gon fall for y'all, I'ma ball for y'all When it's on I'ma call for y'all, I'ma do it big have a ball for all Wall to wall, I'ma do it all for y'all Ain't no body playin games, got this shit on lock better stay in your lane Got the infrared beam with the dot aim and yo 5 dollar ass bout to make some change Whatcha gon do with that? Got a bag full of rats with two in the back Bout to eat his ass up like doodle and mac Letras de cancionesPut his ass in the trunk and threw in the rats [Chorus] Niggas (niggas) Like (like) Us (us) [x4] [Verse Two: Spice 1] Get my clip, load my gat niggas don't wanna fuck around with that File in back of the crib, rushed in and dumped Pumped 20 slugs up in the stomach left slumped Peeped nut in the house clear up in the house So real mutha fuckas know what I'm talkin about Hop in a bucket and smash with a fifth of the gas And light a mutha fuckin blunt wit my crazy ass Spice 1, Haystck with the best again And you don't wanna fuck with the Mexicans Roll deep as fuck with Mack 10s and AKs Nothin but a shark comin outta the Bay Make a million, mayn, see the realer, mayn It ain't nuttin to a boss man feel me mayn It don't stop, livin in the hustle dreams Niggas gettin hit with infrared beams Mutha fuckas goin all over the whoah Ready to dump, reload and duck low Runnin with the ra-real niggas fa sho Snitch ass niggas bitch up and turn hoe Fuck yo life, fuck yo bitch Nigga we takin hostages, bully wit a fully and extended clips Hit em with the heaters and then we dip Niggas like us keep puttin it down Cupcake niggas don't fuck around Get smothered in a pound of coke, slit throat Hustlers caught up in a world of dope Smoke that blunt, drink that Hen Never see a bad guy like me again Head down, low drivin slow in the Benz Puffin indo smoke keyed put it in [Chorus x4] [Verse Three - King Bun B] Nigga we murders bitch you heard of us We the first to bust, you niggas is last to blast With the Criminalz smash the gas and drive by on your bastard ass Haters hurtin, close the curtains, open wounds and blood is squirtin Bullets flyin, flesh is fryin niggas dyin and they mamas cryin But fuck all of that I don't bar it, I'ma finish shit if I start it I'm regarded as lion hearted, I'ma make you dearly departed Nigga deceased, pass the weight of former You brought heat but my shit's warmer, quiet stormer You better have your armor, I'ma do more then harm ya I'ma lace ya, double face ya, pimp yo ass just like who aced ya They gon hafta replace ya when I turn the hood to Crocasia Here's a taste of the crome aimed at ya dome Leg gon fall, red on the wall, brain on the flo', stain on the do' And a mutha fuckin lane for a pro For real tho, this real ass nigga gon kill yo Bitchass with a godamn steel toe to the grill hoe Think I'ma stop here's a lil mo' So get it right cause we don't quite trust Playa haters all you vipors and I might bust In the night cuz, ya'll can't fuck wit niggas like us [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania