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Listen up, I got a story to tellHey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tellSay, dog, listen up, I got a story to tellSay, man, listen up, I got this story to tell on the coolNow, once upon a time not too long agoA nigga, like myself had to strong arm a hoNow, this was not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussyBut a pussy havin' no God damn sense, tryin' to push meHe used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoesHatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my duesTryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punkIn the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunkOh, what? I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a pumpYou aimin' that bitch in the sky, you chumpPoint that motherfucker this way and dump, oh, what?You scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo' rumpMan, I thought he played bold, be he ain't even fussMan, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to bus'But his trigger stayed cold, I wasn't surprisedI recognized that fast breathin' and fear in his eyesUnmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's clothing on the preyHe tried to hunt the hunter, and got hunted down his God damn selfLetras de cancionesIn PA, niggas, it's where we stay, ain't none of that K-K-K'n or playin'So see A or E up out your life or you test yourselfAnd make a nigga break you off to piece the rest yo'selfOh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I hopeThat this ass whoopin', teach you a motherfuckin' lesson.Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched'Cause deep down in the South, boy's comin' up coldTalkin' down my name and what it's all about, you niggasBetter get some cut and get my name out yo' mouth'Cause I don't know why you got flex with me, testin' meBut, I'ma pull my shit and let you see that all that carry the jackAin't what it's about, so you haters need to quit with that po'Hustlin' and take another rideNiggas, often crossed the line, the movies got this boy fuckedUp in the mind, not to mention the wine and codeine syrupCombined easy access to 9's and shit talkin' hoes that's fineAnd all they got time for is four Swisher dimes, committing crimesAmped off water and some exaggerated rhyme, so, if bein' hardAin't in your heart, then don't start, niggas'll tear your weak mind apartBitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school, he don't knowI hang with killers, will erase that fool, wouldn't give a fuck about himBut he kin to my son if you think I'm that nigga, then you pickedThe wrong one, 'cause I live by the gun, die by the gun, hot bullets burnSome say that, "Them bitches stun", so raise yo' own childrenDon't try to raise mine and when you see me, step with caution'Cause I'm buckin' for mine, bitch.Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touchedYou done crossed the line, now you gon' get fuckedI already told you before, but you ain't borrowing thatSo, this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the mapSuch a shame but this all in the game and since the early sixtiesAin't a damn thang changed, we got haters over hereAnd haters over there but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the airI see you trippin' off that water, and you feel like you bad'Cause yo' bitch done chose a pimp, and that pimp was ChadI see you hurt 'cause I fucked yo' girl, put big dick in her worldBust nuts in her curl, when I hit it from the back, she said"Baby, I can't take it", push my dick up in her harderBitch, I'm straight up tryin' to break it, you a simp-ass niggaYou told that bitch, that, "You love her", but I'm straight up fuckin'That pussy like that nigga off that colors but I ain't gon' get shot'Cause you ain't shootin' shit, the best thing you can do is go and tryAnd beat that bitch, 'cause this man's style show stopperPistol popper, you ain't ready if I let this hot thing hit youFeel your stomach like spaghetti, fool, you talkin' loudBut you move too slow, tellin' niggas all your plansGot you tied up in a van, nigga, what the fuck is up in the place to beFirst, I want the money, nigga, then I want the fuckin' ki'sKidnap robbery 'cause you said you wanted me deadSince you want a nigga dead, buck that bitch off in his headJust like E-40, nigga, I be comin' bad, got the sawed-off pumpWith night vision, infrared, so, play me like a pussyAnd you will get fucked, nigga, I'm hangin' out the truckBuck, buck, buck, hit your nigga in the leg, hit yo' bitch in the gutBut we know where your ass stay, so your ass will get touchedSpeaked the wrong words I'm high on them herbsAnd you will get touched because yo' ass deserveTo get done real fast in front of yo' kids to show 'emWhat real type of bitch you is and it's that boy namedThree to the two, forever stayin' true just a player makin' dueAnd I gotta tell it to the whole wide world, how you got bitchedRazor neck just like a motherfuckin' girl, little motherfuckin' girl From Letras Mania