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(feat. Big Pokey) [talking:] These niggaz gon bleed, pass me the weed These niggas gon bleed [Hook: Big Pokey] These niggaz gon bleed, I just hit em with that thang and it freeze Good that I did my deed, so pass me the weed So I could slay, another MC These niggaz, ain't fucking with me [Lil' O:] I represent the born in killers, from the land of the trillest Drug dealers thug niggaz, who specialize in kidnapping squealers Gat concealers, drillers for scrilla through outfed gorillas We bust back with bazookas, just to make sure they feel us Like Atilla the Hun, killers with guns leaving you numb Loving nothing, but bitches and funds Give me your ones, for fun you'll get annihilated Pull the nickle fine plated, both his eyes dilated Yeah the Southside made it, how you love that I know you niggaz hate it, but you can't fuck with that Lil' O, better known as Fat Rat with the cheese Triggas squeeze, on all the South's enemies with ease Letras de canciones[Hook x2] [Lil' O:] I hit your block like Jeffrey Dommer, eat a nigga ass up And what click you claim, I could give a fat fuck You touch my fast bucks, I'm at your front do' Quicker than a fast nut, with that blast and that buck Rob-rob murder-murder, killer cap peeler Slug feeler hit list, dump a nigga in the ditch hit You bitches it's bidness, you know I'm saying So when you see me out the roof, cause you know what I'm spraying And you know where I'm aiming, I proceed at your toes And I make my foes fall, like wars at Jericho Get greedy with calicoes, jaw breakers and body blows Flying feet to the nose, multiple bullet holes Like a heroin overdose, or too much cocaine in your nose I got that heart stopper flow, the chart topper glow So start with Lil' O, best believe I draw heat A monster mind shit, bitch it's all about me [Hook x2] [Lil' O:] Ain't no discussing, we issue concussions for nothing Redrumming like Russians, hitting boys like percussion for thinking that we bluffing Cause it ain't nothing, to get these triggas crushing Niggas rushing for they shit, but it's too late they got hit Try the glock greeders, certified block bleeders Heavyweights from Texas state, smuggle top flight cheeba In the drop top beamer, with a top notch diva Thugged out diamonds shining, with my hand on my heater These niggaz act like senoritas, so I slap them all And I know it breaks your heart, that I'm back to ball But the fact of it all, is that I still won't stop From this day forth, the rap game is now locked From Letras Mania