look dawg da times is slow/
and da block aint jukin i gotta grind for doe/
so u niggas know da iron'll smoke/ if u tryna go/
toe-to-toe, i leave u dyin fa sho/
5th kick, dats how ridah's roll/
wrist flick, it'll blind u hoe's/
it's sick, when da 9's unfold/
click click now u lined wit hole's/
now drip shit while u lie on da flo/
and dat pound'll throw/
a few shots have u drownin though/
in yo own blood, and dem rounds'll blow/
so, u better vest up, for ya chest and ya dome/
for i pull two techs up, hit da deck or u gone/
i left da nine in da dresser, it's right next to da crome/
and im fuckin wit dem bricks u got pebble's and stone's/
instead of da long, i brought da snug out/
u playin it soft let me show u what a thug bout/
dat drug route, i gotta stack my chip's/
so im posted up plugged now half a brick/
and i still cant stand a snitch/ so my manz'll flip/
if u talk den dem cannons spit/
cuz i aint tryna be broke man or be caught/
so yo guyz can get smoked man floored wit shots/
i pull up wit 20 niggas but wit 40 glocks/
and for dat paper coke bubble white boil in pots/

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LYRICALLY KILLIN BITCHES