Klyde, Mall, & Dre Mac Dre (Ft. Mac Mall & Rydah J. Klyde)

-=talking=-
Testin' yea let's do this shit baby
Shit I don't know I can't hear that shit

[Rydah J. Klyde]
You know my niggas they control the weight
From the Golden State
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Wit this here throw away
I empty out and load the K
The lil' figga wit the gun that's bigger than him
It's kinda hard to hold it straight
But still I knock Louie
Seen shit rip through him
Got stooie wit my killa click
Cop, chop shoot him
Like I'm fresh in the game
Just reppin' my name
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
You know my name
Shit I was on the block
Wit a freshly chop though
Didn't have spinners
I'm out the bag that's my knock bro
Fresh out the box wit the Glock though
Plus my niggas ridin' tonight
Two of 'em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through
Then my hustle gon' pause
For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls
Me no tinsel wit y'all
I touch y'all
Half way niggas rookies
And will never touch raw
Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause
Blocka, Blocka!