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Yeah papoose in the building I got the city locked Thugga up in the building They got the semis cocked Man we always on fire Niggas ain't really hot Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 You f**kin with the wrong guy In the back of that ambulance it's A long ride In the back of that ambulance truck I put your ass in the back of that Ambulance truck You dying slow you actin like You gonna pop soon as you think you hot In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot In the back of that ambulance truck I put yo ass in the back of that Ambulance truck You betta watch who you call or hold you down You ain't neva know when you gonna have to blow em down Friends be yo worst enemies I know it sounds crazy but it's real homeboy I show you how Callin on the real niggas you know in town Talking about meet me at the club I know ya style Letras de cancionesYou don't callup no one but time You rollin foul, You just be callin him because You know he be towin clown What if you and him catch drama it's goin down You don't tote yo hammer like that and you know it now You got yo red monkeys on you fly my nigga Ambulance come they cut yo jeans with scissors You talking like you gully got in yo ass Now you talking like a mummy through that oxygen mask You man coulda dropped you off left you in the streets He ain't wanna get you blood in his car seats Now they askin you ya name ya age ya address But you can't give an answer you breathin ya last breath 'Bout to panic under pressure and fold you mad stressed See yo future faddin you past tense Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 You f**kin with the wrong guy In the back of that ambulance it's A long ride You dying slow you actin like You gonna pop soon as you think you hot In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot In the back of that ambulance truck I put yo ass in the back of that Ambulance truck In the back of that ambulance truck I put your ass in the back of that Ambulance truck You a coward in the streets in you bars you tough But I don't believe you I don't care how hard you bluff Niggas comin through with hoodies like they hard to touch I pull that hoodie over you head and wash you up Ya'll supporting these lost artists like they the Godfather That's word to my Aunt Margaret None of they bars honest Talking about you New York's hardest you spit Hard garbage . You ain't a hard artist, You a Con artist Get it on ya'll cowards avoid it when it's on Scream like a bitch and make noises when it's on My man right or wrong That ain't the point the point I pointing crawns So I point if he right I point it if he wrong These little rappers being putting poison in they song You paranoid man you annoying when it's on I came up hard ain't have a choice to get it on Told this little nigga stop topyin when it's on You man died I'm disappointed that he gone But the way you movin you about to join him in the morgue You getting older now you voice is getting strong If you make it past eighteen then boy you Livin long This is thugga thugga we enjoy to get it on I keep it Brooklyn like Hoyt ans Schimmerhorn Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 You f**kin with the wrong guy In the back of that ambulance it's A long ride You dying slow you actin like You gonna pop soon as you think you hot In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot In the back of that ambulance truck I put yo ass in the back of that Ambulance truck In the back of that ambulance truck From Letras Mania