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(feat. Mr. Pookie) [Mr. Lucci] See recongize my niggaz we pullin triggas & knockin em off when a nigga talkin the south 44's steady droppin em off we makin sho that we aint takin no loss and for them niggaz who keep on comin across they cant fade wit a nigga I pause the ass and leg arm and head I rush a nigga like a swarm of fed pencil whoopin til my palms is red place bombs in beds the bitch niggaz who gone be scared fuck the dumb shit I'm gone numb shit in some red rum shit wit my crook niggaz all these niggaz talkin nonsense while my drum click is unconcious for now own many functions when I get the punchin stopmin wigsplit slug hittin in a rythum I aint spittin and I aint quittin betta get the gettin cuz I aint kiddin im heatin like a mitten in every thing I'm dealin im sendin a message to hoes everytime the hoes come you get it crooked you fuckin with a crook who be off the hook and I dont believe you dont wanna watch me cook now gone take a look and freeze yeah I'm the nigga that cheese Letras de cancionesall up on the streets where you be I be in a matter of three lookin for beef blazin a b while I'm holdin my peeps you betta call the priest that I done siezed the lease 99 percent of each head nigga I reach when I sweep my d deep knockin out teeth for releasing the beat now gone keep me off the leash i make everybody say please including the police I dropped my hinnisee you find it up on the beach been gone for four weeks dont wake him up he sleep another mystery performed by lucci [Chorus x2:] Nigga we stay lifted all yal niggaz in the bitch betta run from us nigga we stay twisted all yal niggaz in the bitch wit them guns that bust you nigga cant hold us all yal niggaz in the bitch betta duck and hide crook niggaz throw bouldas all yal niggaz in the bitch who love to ride [Mr. Pookie] this goes out to all my hoes knockin down doors nigga tried to fade a crook came up short playa let that be a lesson to you and a blessin to you don't you ever try that shit no mo and restrain your ho because I refused the bitch you betta come again and I'm gone smooth the tip guess you nigga gotta get used to this comin around finna smother you niggaz like a fat bam boos ya bitch you all new to this now tell me what the hell was the front for matta fact I dont give a got damn fuck you and the punk ass label that you out for you nigga never get a rap quote less known tryin test your minds with a crook playa right here test to find we the greatest out here close your mind we buckin niggaz in the ear playa we stay lifted leavin you nigga this and tryin to match a sound with us crook playas stay twisted laughin at niggaz while blazin pounds of that purple stuff they cant perb enuff ????? and we bout to bust and let loose like a angry nut so what you claim what I be the nigga with the banging touch see yall nigga cant hang with us in such a waitin I make a nigga lay it down with a bolda spray got em duckin and dodgin tryin to find their way and the rest of you niggaz be duckin the kay aint no up in my face yal know I take offense to talk yal know you really pissin me off you think youre big and all but ur mind full of ???? [Chorus x2] Yal betta leave em alone before I get up in your dome and leave a motha fucka dead hit em with the touch of death and make a motha fucka loose their breath now im gone in the wind work a damn 635 with my hand on the 45 pistol wood bumpin in the back smoke another sack as I'm ready to attack with a hand grenade and try to blow out your back yall niggaz cant fuck with us we the ones who is dangerous we the ones with the platinum touch we the niggaz who aint scared to bust so when the stones get set label us victorious when I run up on your block yal niggaz betta run death and destruction bustin with the gun play stone crook till the world blew up dont give a fuck if you want some come get some I'm gone shoot til I kill ride til I die smoke another blunt cuz I gotta get high beat a nigga down in the parkin lot we too pass th glock before they call the cops from the ones that will make you hot from the bottom to the top put your body in a phase from a crooked ass nigga who aint scared to bust and put a bullet in your got damn face I'm gone burn the place u gone get the gasoline burn everything into smitherines cuz I gotta get away with the pistol play and your hoes better hope I dont come you way I'm gone bash the place retalliated with a mind disgrace step if you dont wanna die take another look because you might get shook if you aint ready to bust [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania