i'll show u bout a gun and leave a slug in ya gut
shorty roll trees and puff blunts
When I shot bullets i never miss em
i leave nig*gas shook and scared like rape victums
Naw i aint scappy but i Bust some heads
I'm like Chris Tucka...i'll leave ya president dead
wit one shot 2 da head...i take em down
and paint on ya face...cuz dats what we do 2 clowns
and when i'm hard i don't go da sleep so i'm yawnin
have a nig*ga up...ridin his dic*k till 2 in da mornin
I'm da slickest in da hood so call me j-kwon
find me a good di*ck and I'm always on
Put da burnna 2 ya skull so please be still
lil mama leave you fu*cked up like Emmet Till
I keep it real...and i shoot 2 kill
and fu*ck change in my pocket cuz i stay wit da bills
dis chick will put a glock 2 ya mouf
lil mama always skip rocks
and i ain't talkin bout hop scotch
i'm talkin bout da rocks dat leave ya hood hop
I ain't Babs but "tonight's da night"
lil mama gotta have a big body truck...fu*k a motor bike
so let me break down 4 b4 i'm done
i got 99 guns and....bit*ch a 9 is one

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"My heart my soul...my love my blood"